How I feel about turning 18
A poem by Amy Curry
There are many reasons I don’t want to turn 18.
One, turning 18 means becoming an adult and I don’t like the way adults seem to look without seeing, inhale without breathing and hear without listening.
Two, I don’t want to finish high school and go to university, to be honest, I never wanted to even start high school and people are expecting me to go and study after years of this repetitive, uniformed stale air in my life where all my choices were dictated to me.
Three, I don’t actually want my own choices, take them back. I don’t want to make the wrong decision, I don’t want people to depend on me like a tree depends on the strength of the soil and the nest depends on the strength of the branch and the bird depends on…
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