18

i turned 18.... and this is me dealing with it

this is it

my last day being a seventeen year old girl

i thought id be more sad

i thought id be happier

funny how im excited for my birthday

but becoming an adult? Maybe not so keen

but im looking forward to it anyway

ive accepted tomorrow im 18

and maybe i shouldnt be sad

cause being older means doing new things in life

and maybe its not so bad

i guess im just trying to give it a chance

a chance to adulthood

that it wont be so monotone and life draining

that it wont be so hard maintaining

my health, my mind, my hobbies, me

that ill still be that girl that looses hours drawing

loves listenning to music and writing

that ill never loose the colors that come with youthfullness

even if my skin starts to strech

i maybe looking way ahead

ill be only 18 after all

but somehow that seems like the most life changing number of all