Wednesday, August 26, 2009

But a Child

It seems my life has not begun
In this world of adults
I feel as though I don't belong
For I am but a child
I go through life half awake
Half in a dream
I feel like a spectator to my life
Merely existing
Not really living
Monotony my true companion
Days come, days go
I get bored in my own skin
And I long to break free
I long to runaway

I've reached a plateau
I need to move forward
There is a fear holding me back
Paralyzing me from moving forward
From growing up
Alicia Puzzanchera

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