At Our 18: The Confession

At our 18,

If the confession we didn't

say it out,

was known by others, it's worse

worse than the sky falling down

down on our heads.

At our 18,

A Confession that came to an abrupt end,

is the answer that,

she is eagerly looking forward to,

is the name on my lips,

is thousands of don't say it in the heart.

At our 18,

A bird eager to fly free,

free from its nest

will never know, its mother left behind,

who always wants to protect you,

protect you like a superman

but stop by its ordinary.

At our 18,

Growing pains,is the unbearable reality,

reality that you suddenly find out

someday,sometime.

Today or Tomorrow.

Be patient you'll find it.

At our 18,

The first person who you want to talk

when you're in a trouble,

is still drooling all over the pillow.