THE ADULTING SYNDROME

My mind went on a wild field trip,

That needed no chaperone. 

What I needed was a race down memory lane!

Back to the innocent days! 

 

 

How did I get here?

An early morning shadow,almost invisible. 

A ghost to the living,

A powerless fairy,

More of a phoenix who can't fly.

Just like an old car stuck in an old abandoned building,

 reeds growing all around its wheels,

Rust eating away its metal piece by piece.

 

I feel like a hot pot of old liability‼

Once they treated me like a wooden match that preserves cigars flavor,

But right now,

They make me feel like the bad luck that comes with toasting in the absence of alcohol.

 

 

 
 

At times I wish I was a parasite hooked  to their hips,

I would suck them cell by cell and drain all the blood off them.

No anger , no malice!

Just a little bit of regret

For being the toy they enjoyed all the tricks untill non worked anymore ,

Being the forest fire inr the wilderness wasn't easy either!

Being a stilleto in a room full of flats must have been the reason why I was a target.

 

Then my reverie ends and reality slaps in,
 
All the background music fades off,

I am  caught up in the adulting  syndrome.

That's why , the are  complicated,

 they leave me  frustrated ‼

But no more‼‼

They are no longer my cup of tea or in the remaining sachets,

Right now..

The middle finger is my peace sign. 

They won't plunge depression into my system even one more time‼‼‼‼.


By Favor khaoya 

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