Tears fill my eyes
as I watch life pass me by
Everyone glowing with happiness
yet still I do not know why
I am the one watching life change for every other
Don't I want to be loved?
Don't I want to be a mother?
When you turn eighteen
they say live life on your own terms,
everything is unforeseen
When you reach age twenty
they tell you your mind should be made up,
isn't that funny?
When you pass twenty-four
they wonder why you aren't married
and ignore all they told you before
Blow out twenty-five candles,
feeling tired and weary,
wondering how your life began to dismantle
But perhaps life is not always like this,
perhaps we all have our own timeline to live by,
and we should not dwell on all we think we miss
As for me,
this is my twenty-five,
what will yours be?