My world is falling apart, piece by piece,
everything I thought I knew is slipping away.
It’s like someone hit pause on all the good stuff,
and now there’s just this big, scary “what’s next?”
Remember when life felt simple and sure?
Now it’s all messed up, nothing makes sense.
My friends feel like strangers, home is not the same,
it’s like I’m trapped in some weird, bad dream.
School used to be annoying, but kinda okay,
now it’s this huge monster I can’t escape.
Grades, future, college – it’s all too much,
why can’t things just go back to how they were?
My phone keeps buzzing, but I don’t wanna look,
social media has turned into this toxic cloud.
Everyone’s life looks perfect and cool,
while mine feels like it’s going down in flames.
Mom and Dad are always fighting now,
their shouts echo through the empty halls.
Family dinners are cold and quiet,
the warmth we had seems lost forever.
My reflection in the mirror is a stranger,
who is this person staring back at me?
I’m changing so fast, inside and out,
it’s like I’m losing myself day by day.
The music I loved now sounds all wrong,
my favorite songs don’t hit the same.
Even my room feels foreign and weird,
like I’m an outsider in my own space.
The future looms like this giant shadow,
dark and scary, full of unknown stuff.
Everyone asks what I want to be,
but I can’t even figure out who I am now.
Sometimes I just want to scream and cry,
let out all this pain building inside.
But I put on a smile, pretend I’m fine,
’cause who would understand anyway?
It feels like the end of everything I knew,
my childhood, my certainties, my safe little world.
There’s no silver lining, no bright new start,
just emptiness where my hopes used to be.
Each day feels heavier than the last,
like I’m sinking deeper into quicksand.
Is this what growing up is all about?
‘Cause if it is, I don’t want any part.
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If I may say, this is terrific, honest work. The speaker in the poem (in case it is not you) is great at describing how things are. I’d say the theme is growth in spite of everything. Except I’d also say that growth is a lifelong process with times like this all along the way. I know I often feel what is described here. And when I do feel this way, my reaction is to freeze up on the inside, feeling stuck regarding what to do next. The tone in your poem is both hard and true. The details are compelling. I think our response as readers, generally, is to learn from the interior and exterior situation described and also to fill in with our own life instances. My family dinners, for example, were often challenging. Really fine crafting!
If I may say, this is terrific, honest work. The speaker in the poem (in case it is not you) is great at describing how things are. I’d say the theme is growth in spite of everything. Except I’d also say that growth is a lifelong process with times like this all along the way. I know I often feel what is described here. And when I do feel this way, my reaction is to freeze up on the inside, feeling stuck regarding what to do next. The tone in your poem is both hard and true. The details are compelling. I think our response as readers, generally, is to learn from the interior and exterior situation described and also to fill in with our own life instances. My family dinners, for example, were often challenging. Really fine crafting!