... I'd rather stay a child forever.
Because if being an adult means
that I cannot make mistakes
that I have to always watch my back
that I have to lose part of myself to be a part of something else
that I'm supposed to have things figured out
that pain is just something I've gotta learn to live with
that guilt can and will compel me to do strange things
that I will have to bend over backwards to please other people
that waking up to face the world everyday is a chore
that I am going to be obliged to meet expectations
that fear cripples and destroys while you put on a brave face in front of the world
that people will talk, and judge, and say things about me that aren't true
that my needs and wants and hopes and dreams
are as irrelevant as the rat that scurries past the sewers
My heart hurts, my head's in a blur,
and this is all a mess.
I would run,
but where can one go to escape oneself?
Hold me, hold me close,
for I fear (or does that exist) that I am slipping away
