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Forced to Mature

  • Johanna Indyk
  • Dec 11, 2023
  • 1 min read

The older siblings got their childhoods

But where did our’s go?

Being forced to mature

No accomplishments were new

We weren’t ready to grow up

But they already had, so didn’t we have to?

Stereotypically the “favorite”

But feeling like an afterthought

They left the house so fast

But did they ever think of us

Built lives for themselves

Before we could graduate high school

But what if the roles were reversed

Maybe they would have felt forced to mature too

 
 
 

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