What a Cliche

“You used to tell me everything.”

Well, things have changed.

I have changed—towards the better.

I am an adult. Even though my age still ends in teen.

I’m in the last year of my age ending in teen, and I don’t know

if I’m excited or in a state of grief.

In grief of my childhood.

Maybe losing the crown of teen means I can’t be

weak anymore, or a child—I have to be an adult.

Like my adult friends here.

Grown-ups working and studying and balancing the two

along with having a social life.

A New York kind of social life.

Go ahead and wish me well,

I will still take the road least taken—

and that’s usually the worst road,

because lovers and hopeless romantics

and dreamers take it.

They are the ones that risk everything just for a 0.01% chance

of succeeding, or of finding fame, or better, of finding love.

But that other 99.9% chance evaporates

as soon as we fall

because we lose our minds

and our hearts are stolen

and taken and are locked away.

What a c c c cliche.