Adulting Sucks.

TODAY IS…

TELL IT LIKE IT IS THURSDAZEEEEE!

This poem has explicit language, so if you are easily offended, just don’t read it.

We keep saying “adulting” is hard. 

Well...

Childhood was hard too.

We just didn’t know we were being taught the wrong things. 

Or even being taught at all. 

Maybe your parents just wanted to do it all.

Maybe just maybe, they didn’t even know they dropped the ball.

Maybe just maybe, they just repeated the cycle and it’s our time to stop it all.

You ball up your fists with anger.

You wish you were loved.

You wish they cherished you.

You wish they just gave a fuck.

And maybe they do.

It’s just your fucks given are very different than their fucks. 

But fuck it.

We’re adults now. 

So what do we do now?

How do we give ourselves the validation, the compassion, and the security that was never given to us?

What do we do now? 

Let us not blame.

But let us be honest.

Let us not hate.

But let us want justice.

This generation is full of scorned and bruised children that are now adults.

But still children.

Because we were never taught how to adult. 

But fuck pity.

It’s time to tap into our inner child and raise our damn selves. 

This is not to offend any mothers or fathers. This is not to offend anybody. This is the truth. This is just facts. Anxiety happens because parents place their fears into their children’s spirit at a very young age. They make their children question themselves, therefore they question everything in the world. Depression happens because parents force their children to hide their true emotions and their true selves. The list goes on. I am not here to hurt anybody’s feelings. I am only here to be gully and allow the hurt souls to have a voice. Sorry not sorry.