Vingt-et-un

Swallowed back tears

Shattered dreams

Alone in the crowd

With words hung in the air

Unspoken

Incorrigible me

Like that of an unhealed scar

I don't care, I said, I don't care

But I do care, in fact

That I'm afraid of having to grow up

With me being unable to cope up

I'm afraid that

We just have to pretend enjoying life

For maybe somehow, someday

There will be a way

For maybe someday, somewhere

There's a light at the end of the tunnel

Though you may be all fed up with the words "don't give up"

But that's the only way

Bienvenue à la vie! La vraie vie! 

- From someone who lately becomes terrified whenever January comes