I insisted on growing up!

I am no longer safe in my mother's house

i am forced now, to iron my own blouse

bills and account are now my responsibility 

i alone must face my boss's enmity

i cannot run to daddy anymore

when heartbreak is just too sore

early morning i have to awake

and work till i sweat for my stomach's sake

if i make a mess in my room

me, myself and I must take the broom

I cannot be absolved from consequence 

i now experience regret and anxiousness

why oh why did i choose to grow?

for i just cannot handle life's heavy blow!

i wish to be a kid again

just keeping things simple and plain

heaven help me, I'm in a rut

because i insisted on growing up!

By Eden Van der Nest