Eighteen

Even when I convinced I had it all figured out

I find myself wondering if..

Growing up really meant I would be on my own

Having to do things alone

Telling myself it will be effortless

Everything must be done with finesse

Ending childhood and tasting the real world cuisine

Now that I am eighteen

This poem is about: 
Me

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