Growing Up

I am me
Not the one you want me to be
I am the one who sits.

Disheveled hair
Without a care
Eyes glazed
Built of fear, ambition and very little sleep.
Caffeine is what fuels me

Once perhaps, you did know best
Set free, ’tis my task to mould the rest
I will not berate you, nor cast you aside
I will ask, let your life be yours
Let mine be mine

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