“That horrifying moment when you looking for an adult and you realize you are the adult”

Each year brought a new age.

Each event, to my books chapters, a new page.

Each year I grew a little older.

Each year growing a little wiser then before.

But never feeling any bolder.

Never feeling as though my life had moved on a little more.

At the age of twenty I still had the mindset of a seventeen year old.

I still thought i could cause chaos and not be dealt the consequences for my actions should it be.

I was still stubborn like a four year old.

I still clung to the life I was granted as a child, I never thought that suddenly I would be viewed any different than I saw me.

At the age of twenty-four on the verge of having already lift a qaurter of my life I can finally see.

That the young, rebellious girl I once was, no longer existed.

Before me, in the reflection of the mirror stood a woman that after so many years had not found the worlds key.

I had grown into an adult and the first few years I have missed it.

Sometimes I still tend to forget that now I’m the adult and no longer the teenager.

Sometimes it takes more than the reflection of the mirror, or my age on a form. It takes bills, seeing others my age in jobs and earning a wager.