The adult

I’ve been having second thoughts about growing up. So I wrote a poem.

 

It feels like something’s missing

It feels like somethings gone

It feels like I don’t belong

I don’t know when this darkness came

Ice cream doesn’t taste the same

That’s a lie

Ice cream tastes great

Especially the ones with Oreos in them

Things suddenly feel okay

Poems are gay

I am not

It’s ok to be gay

Anyway

Time for beer

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