Adulting (or in my terms, faking being an adult)

Poem about adulting

Being an adult is about having to do homework that is never done. Ever.
You think you’re ready for things, but those things are always beyond you.
So there will always be something wrong.

You have no clue on how to do things, and you wonder where the manuals are.
You wander mindlessly on Facebook, and waste your time on YouTube.
You try to be fancy by visiting an art gallery. Or have that trendy updo.
It’s insane, because you know you’re only pretending.

You know you’re an imposter. You know you’re a fake. You know you only play pretend.

But eventually, life will recognize you as who you are.
Someone’s that never really grow up. Even when you’ve convinced yourself that you are.