Getting Older

Here on my birthday,
I write this in sadness,
About my hobbies nowadays

Worrying about weight,
And medication, and dates
Getting older ain’t so great

Subscribing to “Cosmopolitan”
Wanting to visit the Metropolitan
And realizing those aren’t the biggest words anymore.

Eating my “greens”
Hating those teens
And losing hope in doing some sports

Watching less and less TV
Focusing even less on me
Letting my anger out on pillows.

All this hits me
As now my birthday comes.
But then I realize

I’m only thirteen.