"When will I ever grow up?"
Little me always wondered
About freedom to live on my own,
Celebrating a night out in thunder.
Wondered what it feels like-
Having Hangouts with close friends,
Laughing together at people we hate,
Wishing days without friendship bands.

"Am I actually growing up?"
Everything seemed to be so strange,
Things I ever wanted were getting so close,
Each step pointed at the tides to change.
I wasn't sure if it actually felt good,
Trying to be the...