Teen-ending

Not quite a teenager

Yet your age ends in “teen”

This is for the eigh-teeens

Nine-teeens

Too old to throw the tantrums

Too young to pay the bills?

You will soon be adult-ing

transition-ing

It’s almost like...

you’re teething

Like the time your own face

Was your source of pain

Your decisions

becoming your demise, your

Body its own cancer, your

Desires

Death.

Constantly falling,

Rising!

but falling～～

Your canine tearing through your gum

Will be your new habits struggling to form, grounding

Breaking, roots

Deepening, seedling

Sprouting, fretting about this dying parts of your cotyledons, you’ll

Never get to see the records your setting

The new you green and growing, growing but

slowly.

You would wonder does growing have to hurt this much, your heart

Shredding at every mistake you ever made

The time your paid your bills too late

getting evicted

wearing that outfit to an interview

That addictive lover

Ruining your credit,

never getting a credit

plates laying in your sink like the slime in Frankenstein’s brain. You

WILL BE DISAPPOINTED!

Sometimes...

,you will get it right

You will meal-prep accurately

Plan religiously

your bank account will sing

organization like a domino advert

you will wonder why the people around are not feeling the pain of a new tooth.

This... is weird

You’ll say.

I always wanted to be like them - adults

Achievements arranged in a row of set white teeth

To have a set purpose like the roots of my enamel

But... but...

I never knew it hurts this much to

adult.

So use this term now while you can

to absolve yourself of any responsibility.

Say them after me

“give me a break, i am teen-ending”