This poem is about someone who I used to idolize and dream of growing up to be. When I was younger I used to look up this a family friend. He was funny, eccentric, and was his own person with a weird job I didn’t understand- everything I loved. I was midway through Elementary School when he got married, I started seeing him less and he lost some of that live-for-the-moment-and-break-the-rules attitude. Now he has two kids and has a dull desk job, he’s stopped cracking jokes, and dresses like everyone else. I realized if he was in a crowed and I couldn’t see his face, I wouldn’t be able to tell him apart from anyone else. I hope people will get that when you grow up, selling out will only cause people who really love you to miss you a lot.