I feel a change
but not for the better.
My stubborn ways
cause unwanted conflict.
even though it may seem
like I'm brave, I'M TRAPPED,
in a phase, a phasade
of when a growing girl faces growing pains.
I put on a show to hide my pain.
I cry alone to show I'm afraid,
that no one is there,
no one to soothe this familiar heartache.
