The Perils of Growing Up


I fall

I rise

I am edgy

I am nice.

People talk

They criticize

Its easy to gawk

Its easy to sympathize.

I refuse to entertain

I am not easy

With humour, I will feign

And promise to be cheeky.

Its not about winning

I don’t care

This is just the beginning

Of life that brims with debonair.

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