I regret not letting myself
breakthrough enough in 9th grade.
Why did I stay with her when she treated me so badly?
I felt like I was trapped in a jail cell
and couldn’t break the rusty chamber door.
Why did I stay when I could had have fun with other lonesome people? Instead I stayed with the head lion.
I was afraid to break the branch.
Afraid of the movements I made.
Why did I stay?
I was the baby cub who was new to this type of nature.
Being locked in a room and not being able to run free.
I felt forced. Forced to stay in one spot.
Everyday playing the same activity she wanted to play.
I have an opportunity to be free and stretch my tired wings. I feel strong and actually feel like I have a chance to be me. I know now that to be myself.
Now, this is my chance to breakthrough.
