Standing on the brink, I used to feel
Like childhood would never end,
Adulthood wasn't real
Now I'm looking over a cliff
And I can't see the bottom
The wind is blowing gently
But it feels I might, topple over
I remember turning 16, and thinking
18, I'll be so mature, so grown up
18 felt so far away, but here I am today
18, going on 30.. And I can't help wondering
If this will be my last summer as a "girl"
Because the world is going so fast, it's just a whirl
And 19 is approaching so quickly, and I've made
So many promises to myself, to others..
College, such a scary thought
I haven't even begun to apply
A music school, my biggest dream
But everyone seems to think, I need
To be a lawyer, a doctor, make money
But I really want is to be myself
And not put my loves and priorities
On a dusty shelf to dissapear by the turning
Of 20, next year...
18, was liberating, perhaps enlightening
And 19, seems to be the most frightening
The last year of being a teenager
The end of a phase, so many turning points
In my life happend, at 15, 16, 17, 18...
Just as I'm adjusting to being this,
Suddenly I'm supposed to be something else
And I feel like my parents don't see
Any of who I'm turning out to be
I'm still their little girl, with
Skinned knees, who loved to climb trees
I look into the mirror and see a woman
But no one will admit it, try to forget it
I have to bend to their rules, living under
Their roof, all the while trying to give them proof
That I'm turning into their worst nightmare.
...An adult...
And I think that's my worst nightmare too...
But maybe a dream come true..
So many things I want to do with my life
They can't approve of, or see
But I scared of being on my own
...Because that thought seems so alone..
But I guess in the end, 19 is another number..
..And I'll always be my own person..
Like childhood would never end,
Adulthood wasn't real
Now I'm looking over a cliff
And I can't see the bottom
The wind is blowing gently
But it feels I might, topple over
I remember turning 16, and thinking
18, I'll be so mature, so grown up
18 felt so far away, but here I am today
18, going on 30.. And I can't help wondering
If this will be my last summer as a "girl"
Because the world is going so fast, it's just a whirl
And 19 is approaching so quickly, and I've made
So many promises to myself, to others..
College, such a scary thought
I haven't even begun to apply
A music school, my biggest dream
But everyone seems to think, I need
To be a lawyer, a doctor, make money
But I really want is to be myself
And not put my loves and priorities
On a dusty shelf to dissapear by the turning
Of 20, next year...
18, was liberating, perhaps enlightening
And 19, seems to be the most frightening
The last year of being a teenager
The end of a phase, so many turning points
In my life happend, at 15, 16, 17, 18...
Just as I'm adjusting to being this,
Suddenly I'm supposed to be something else
And I feel like my parents don't see
Any of who I'm turning out to be
I'm still their little girl, with
Skinned knees, who loved to climb trees
I look into the mirror and see a woman
But no one will admit it, try to forget it
I have to bend to their rules, living under
Their roof, all the while trying to give them proof
That I'm turning into their worst nightmare.
...An adult...
And I think that's my worst nightmare too...
But maybe a dream come true..
So many things I want to do with my life
They can't approve of, or see
But I scared of being on my own
...Because that thought seems so alone..
But I guess in the end, 19 is another number..
..And I'll always be my own person..
Author notes
Hmm, I'm not really sure where it all came from. It just flowed out. I hope it's what you were looking for.
Written June 8th, 2004
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Great write, Thank you for entering.
Good Luck x -
I love childhood now I'm an adult. I wanted to be an adult then and now I am not I wish I was younger.
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AMAZING!
Exactly what I'm looking for in this contest. This gave me chills, and is so true! I am amazed and simply in awe. Great job and goodluck in my contest! btw, "finalist".

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An excellent soul searching type poem and it was a joy to read also I could relate to it!


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i just turned 18 so this was very poignant for me. I also am worrying about applying to college and being afraid to be an adult even though i feel 30 which i think you mentioned. great work
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niice job
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I loved it. I'm only 13, but that I understand. Great.
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Thanks for the congratulations! I didn't expect to win with so many wonderul entries!
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Hi Slicks78 ~
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR GOLD WIN!! Very nice poem, well done.
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