When I grow up

Cliché topic to write about I know,

but I just could not let it go.

My theories are waiting for an answer,

but a saving grace would be better.

Thought about my statement quite often

at which hearts would soften

not soften, something more,

like which would shake them to their core.

I want somebody to look up to me

the way I admired grown-ups, honestly

I want to know how does it feel

Being someone’s idol and not being ill.

The illness only exists in my head

it always stays there, thinking ahead

About all the ways it could “throw me off”

Wow, is this the feeling of growing up?

Ferencz Péter XI.R