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21
that day draws near
and im ovbercome by fear
with that day i have grown
what part of me will i still call my own
everyone tells me its just another year
but i cant help just shedding one more tear
this day has been long awaited
for misery just to be belaited
and with this time my hands are tied
i now know allthose people lied
nothing left to look forward to
my days are so few
Any landmark age everyone spends all day asking me if I feel any different. It's alway's been just another day to me, nothing really. Kinda ironic that you would look at it as a day you are no longer your own . . .