Growing Up

Growing up is hard to do,
No one has been you before.
They did not have your troubles,
Moments so specific to you.
If they did, they did not write about it,
It is not on any bookshelf you know.

Life itself is mostly unknown,
Those decisions and consequences,
Love requited, or was it much ado ?
As much as I wish,
I have no words of advice,
Just wish on you, better judgement,
Many times I wished I had.