Growing

The first days,

First steps,

Thinking I’ll never die,

Bones growing,

Our brains expanding,

Knowledge just flying by.

Everything is happening too fast,

A little too fast,

Now it lies in the past,

As we change,

It feels like the years are going by,

Like a Frisbee in the sky,

The clocks ticking away,

Till this very day,

I get scared,

My brain stops,

My heart rate drops,

Everywhere I look,

There they are-phonies,

Self-fish,

Conceited,

Phonies,

Afraid,

That someday I too will be,

So, I fight with everything,

In order to be me,

Not a simple phonie,

Not an adult, but,

Just me, a kid.