A Thought Of A Confused 20-Year-Old Girl Poem by NikoRu Bathory

Here I sit, in a corner of a class,
a day after my twentieth year of living.

I wonder and wonder,
when will I get my presents?
will I ever get it?

So silly of me!
I keep hoping, somebody will surprise me
but I also keep telling myself,
This isn't your time to get gifts anymore!
I fly and I fall, many times

What should I do? I'm 20 already
but nothing is changed, especially inside!
I'm still I am two days ago

aaahh... how stupid I am...
They never even ask me to be an adult.