Reset the Time Machine

It isn’t that I didn’t see it coming or wasn’t warned

It’s that I never imagine it happening so fast

As though I hopped into a time machine

and now I’m here


The younger me couldn’t wait for adulthood

I heard everyone say not to grow up too fast

but I figured it was all just talk

The young and foolish, huh?


Too upset about being told no to weekend parties

Annoyed about my curfew when I wanted to be out late

Frustrated when told I couldn’t have my own Facebook

But why was I so pressed for these things?


No answer… But I do know one thing

Since I’ve transitioned through the time machine

my responsibility button has been slammed on,

and my brain has hit a switch too


Now I’m searching for the best health insurance, grocery shopping alone,

keeping and securing personal documents, and working every chance I get

No more wanting to be outside, I’m now a homebody

And boys are no longer cute when their mentality doesn’t match


I would get into finances but time is money

And right now I don’t have either

I wonder, is there some way, somehow I can rewind a little bit?

BRB… Turn the switches off and reset the time machine.

This poem is about: 
My family
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