There is so much I could put,
On a subject such as this:
I don't want to grow up,
Afraid of all the things I'll miss.
I'm afraid I'll miss my family,
Or fail them on my own,
I'm afraid of independence,
Of truly being alone.
I'm afraid of facing spiders,
Without my dad to scare them away,
I know it's really stupid,
But I'll miss them everyday.
I'm afraid of making distance,
Of becoming set apart,
I'm afraid of being fictional-
In my family's heart.
I'm afraid of missing dinners,
And the bickering at lunch,
I'm afraid of missing dinner time,
Every nibble, bite and crunch.
I'm afraid of growing up,
In every single sense,
Yet also trés excited:
Let the best-ever-years commence.
I'm just glad I have a little while,
Before I leave for growth,
I'll always love my family,
And that's my final oath.
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