ok so i did find some old poems that i did way back when that i wasnt depressed..or maby it was recently im not sure but anyways this one i was going over how people veiw life and this was my take on it. in poetry form of course.

Growing Up

starting out so little, sweet, and cute
so much energy and then you go kaput.
getting a little older maby six by now
crying for that toy and getting it, wow.
a little more now nine by then
looking for trouble, to your room your sent.
turning thirteen you start to act
more grown up when your with your pack.
sixteen years have gone by
sweet sixteen they say and you just sigh.
hitting eighteen at last
my, have you become an adult that fast.
twenty-one is the next number to hit
your youth starts to slowly slip.
twenty-two to twenty-seven are your fun days
going to parties is one of many ways.
number thirty and you start to think
just how many ways did you sink.
fortys and fiftys you want to be young again
beyond this its an achievment to attend