Grown Up Poem by Phil Panebianco

Little white lines guide you through your confused world.
Waves of a liquid poison crash over you.
Lost in your own dillusions.
Can't look at your own reflection, for you may see what you've become.
Can't speak the truth, because reality scares you.
You run around the maze of your twisted thoughts.
Stumbling at every turn, crashing through walls and breaking yourself down.
Because you are not looking for a way out, just looking for somewhere to hide.
You are afraid to face what you alreadyknow, that you are nothing more than a man who has grown old before his time.
Yet still a little boy lost within yourself.