G R O W I N G U P
i never thought
that i would be the way i am.
i always thought
i could stay the little girl i was
the one who held her teddy bear so tight
and gave no care in the world
i was that little girl
for far too short of a time
i grew up too fast
as the world had a hold on me long before i hit double digits.
i had a short time to be a little girl.
time flew by too fast to keep track.
and still, to this day, i miss the little girl
that wasn't afraid to be her.
but as i grow in age
i become more and more frightened
that the time has come for me to say goodbye
to the little girl in her little slippers
running around with a smile on her face.
YOU ARE READING
her mess
PoetryAn outlet for feelings. The best way to explain my story and show the impact it has had on me is by writing it down. By reading my book, you will see the pieces of me that I prefer not to share with many, but I chose to write this down and share thi...
