Is not just a word.
It's sort of a sardonic smile,
because the world you now know
is sadly not what you approve of.
So you go to the guy on that street corner
wearing a shirt that says life,
and you turbulently chuck lemons at him.
Is knowing that female villains exist.
Because it's the dinner you slowly eat
knowing your mother has poisoned the food.
And the male villain,
dad letting you eat it.
Is knowing the meaning of life.
Which I'm not going to tell you.
Is knowing that we all die anyway.
So instead of writing
high school English essays,
start brainstorming on your will
Is growing up,
Way too fast.