I get uncomfortable when I hear the word youth

It’s supposed to be something every human experiences

But what is it?

Is it the feeling of doing what you want, when you want to

Of drifting between the edge of being cared for and independence

Or is it simply memories of a serene time;

A simple, innocent time

Because if it’s the last one, I’m afraid

I’m afraid I’m turning eighteen

Without the abundance of childhood memories

Without the confidence of stepping into adulthood

I’m afraid I’m leaving my youth

Without ever having felt it in the first place