We say we grow up
Every birthday like placards
We never fail to hold high,
Doting the fresh digits;
Still we didn’t grow healthy enough
To evade the murky moods lurking
In the crooked corners of mind:
We let anger clasp our senses,
We show swift switches of feelings.
Every birthday like fresh flowers
We feel we woke up with stronger stems,
While letting mosses invade inside
Weighing down on us,
Which are but considered an assimilation of years past
Like lessons but never learnt.
We let ourselves bothered by petty things
And end up saying it’s an adult thing.
All the while without realising
We never grew up inside –
Still the peevish kid grumbling inside,
Taming an unsatisfied sad visage wrapped in so-called maturity.