Watch me grow, family.
I've changed, haven't I?
I've become what you never wanted me to become.
I know you felt the innocence fade away.
Your hands gripped tighter onto mine,
as if you were trying to keep it from slipping through your fingertips.
But it did, and I did.
I am no longer freckles and laughter and pushes on the swing.
I am sadness in its deepest form.
I am the blood running through your veins.
I hide beneath these covers,
whispering my thoughts to the moon
and to no one in particular.
I cry along with the clouds late at night,
taking comfort in the fact that they breakdown too.
The thunder screams with me,
roaring and thumping along with my pain.
Why is it that the weather understands my moods
more then I do?
I've become a confused, sad girl.
One who disguises her feelings with laughter
Fear weaves its way over and under the smiles,
attempting to be brought face-to-face with the public
but not fully comfortable with society just yet.
Why can't I simply untangle these emotions
and lay them down before you?
