Time to grow up for a while
How much? And how?
Will you like me better if I became an adult
Instead of the child I am
The luxury of a childhood I am outliving
Has me lacking, has shortchanged me
Every mark against me had counted
But I did not know, not till now
Have I become something I’d never thought I’d be
And if I have, does the indignance of not wanting to change mean anything
Pretender. Stop pretending. A pretense can break.
Be. Just be.
Grow up. Grow up. Cry but grow up.
Put behind childish ways, and put on that long suffering world weariness of care
but retain the child like innocence
That is how you are valued.
For better for worse
That is you.