Growing

We live our lives rushing to grow up and do what the adults do. 

To stay up late

To find our love

To work and play without somebody, anybody telling us what to do. 

We rush and forget to enjoy life. 

At the age I am, I am torn.

I remember when I was younger my aunt

 and I would walk on Sunday’s.

Talk about about our week and what we want

 from the days that would follow. 

I remember how carefree it was to be 

able to leave everything unplanned and 

simply will something to happen. 

I could wake up and simply decide how I wanted proceed.

Organisation has never been one of my strong points, 

so having to decide how to spend my life scared 

(and continues to scare) me to death. 

In year 9, you decide the GCSE’s you will take. 

The results of which help determine 

your capability to complete A levels.

 These then are the deciding factor in which career 

path you are able to pursue. 

Little did I know that my picking of my GCSE’s at the bittersweet 

age of 13 would have such a knock on 

effect on the rest of my life. 

Don’t get me wrong!

 I want to grow and FINALLY be the person

 I am meant to be but I don’t want to grow up anymore. 

It’s sometimes harder than I would like, 

and hurts more than I think I can bare and some times brings me 

so much happiness I  might explode. 

I guess the hardest part of growing up is finding your own 

two feet while fitting into the world that continues to move 

filled with people that are constantly changing.