Adulthood

Adulthood

I miss those days when I have a lot of time, when I worry on what  I should do next. 

And staring at blank space became my hobby; reflecting on what I can do best.

Now my time in a day isn't enough, sometimes sleeping I never had a chance.

Stress and depression became part of me;

My day to day life, I felt like dying.

Being an adult sure is tough, I wish I could come back,
--be a child and nothing to worry.

But time won't let me, I have no choice but---

            to face the world that is full of sadness and jealousy.

-Laezee