Officially Legal

*Wild Card Post*

Don’t mind me having a mental breakdown about turning 18 this week… Also posting this without editing, because I know if I edit it, I’ll probably delete everything

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18

You’re not a minor melody anymore

But your song gets lost in every key

You’re intonation is off, you’re not really there yet

But they expect you to be a master.

What if I quit singing?

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18

You can do whatever you want

But they’ll send you to jail if you do it wrong.

Ship you off to a war someone else declared

They decided to make you pay the cost.

But you can vote for the next unqualified ruler

That counts for something right?

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18

You got your life figured out yet?

Every career you’ve chosen

They passed off as a hobby.

“You need real ambitions if I’m going to pay for your college”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Happy.

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18

Still no license,

Permit’s been expired for a while.

But I’m so screwed up in the head,

They think I’m being dramatic.

I feel bad still asking for rides.

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18

And I don’t feel like celebrating

Turn off the music, and take back the gifts.

I have too much to do,

I can’t think about being alive right now.

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I’m eighteen

And I feel like an infant

I want to sleep in my crib again.

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-The Splintered Pencil