My name is Maycie Dickerson. I’m a freshman. I write what comes to my mind, and what my emotions are sometimes.

Growing Old
I miss when life was just cartoons and snacks
Before everybody started changing and acting differently.
Now everybody’s worried about looks, relationships,
Who’s posting what, who likes who,

And somehow we’re supposed to already know who we are.

Growing up is weird like that.
One minute you’re begging to stay up past 9,
Next minute you can’t sleep because your mind won’t shut off.

People say “these are the best years,”
But nobody talks about how confusing they are too.

Sometimes I wanna grow up faster, get out, make money, and be independent.

Other times I wish I could go back
To when the hardest thing in life
Was homework I forgot to do

I think that’s the worst part about growing up-
You don’t even notice things changing

Until they already did.
Friends drift, people leave,

And suddenly memories become “back then.”
But maybe growing up isn’t about having everything figured out.

Maybe its just learning how to keep going
Even when life feels different than it used to.