Quarter Life Crisis Of Of Miss 25 Poem by Jamuna Z

I am the 25,
A single Lady,
I'm 25,
The lady charming,
Full of trust,
Eyes with srats,
Dazzling in hopes,
The lady in love in lonely island.

The late 25 i'm now,
Suddenly a change
Crawling towards me.
Less estrogen,
Less metabolism, more fatigue,
All faced homes,
Dirty nightmares,
Sleepless night and the depression.
I know it's not me.
It's the age of my own.
I'm 25 now and now.

I'm not the sweet 16,
The yound lady in 20's
Mid of my 20's & 30's,
I'm lady in late 20's.
The millennial of despair.
Restless all time.
The way to ring or not to ring,
The way Mr perfect either come or not.
The jerk I feel
Each time i saw newsfeed,
My friends are dressed in bride & grooms.
Oh hopeless, what's the meaning of my life?

I'm single lady in 25.
I am Miss 25.