so, you’ve met a milestone

dear 18,

you are the same as yesterday

nothing has changed.

you still get nervous at crosswalks

as if red lights will forget you.

you still beg the skies, curate me

as if a sculptor will fix you.

you are the same as yesterday

nothing has changed.

your time means no more than before

and means nothing to anyone else.

what have you done in minutes past

that earns you a year of respect?

you are the same as yesterday

nothing has changed.

expect less of the world

and more of yourself.

then maybe,

you won’t be so disappointed.