With a new age comes the dull 

yet pounding feeling of responsibility.

You know the world expects you to 

assume this sense of maturity that 

it never once taught you. Society 

has invisible rules that everyone 

deludes them into seeing. 

Now you have to sit up straughter 

and resist the urge to sing along when 

you hear your hairbrush song. 

Now rather than run, you 

graciously walk the halls and take 

short strides never seeming to be 

in a hurry. There’s no room for 

lack of etiquettes anymore and to 

exhibit such is to risk being shunned by 

society. 

And no one wants that.