I have to

The sun sets, and

Only now do I realize

I am no longer a child.

I have to be an adult,

Which means I have to be my parents.

I have to hate the children I will have

and I have to have children, because

I have to fall in love, and then

Fall out of love,

But pretend I didn't.

I have to hate my job, my dreams, my life

Because I am no longer a child.

The sun sets, and the warm orange sky just tastes

bitter,

bitter,

bitter.