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I am a little girl No bigger than a fairy No older than a new born No wiser than a turtle I am the conservative one The one who rules herself But only by following the rules I am not wild I am the try hard I never consider others Only myself Always myself I make myself look big By taking my magic wand And creating an illusion That I am older But The thing about knowing the boundaries Is that I can see What true rebellion is I want to be free Free from myself Free from my own chains That I placed to hold me back When you are little You can't begin to imagine What the future you Will long for And boy Was I wrong As I sprout up I look back and laugh How did I think That I would not become One of the skins of those pretty petty girls That everyone ends up in I am naive To think that I was better I would not fall to that level Little me was bigger Look what I have become Everyone predicted it but me I would never thought this Would ever happen to a person like I I sometimes use my little girl mind And become disappointed in myself But even as I mature I am still that little girl I am ashamed of my now self But I'm just a little girl I have no idea what is in store for me Who I will be, when I'm not little
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
I'm just a little girl
I am a little girl No bigger than a fairy No older than a new born No wiser than a turtle I am the conservative one The one who rules herself But only by following the rules I am not wild I am the try hard I never consider others Only myself Always myself I make myself look big By taking my magic wand And creating an illusion That I am older But The thing about knowing the boundaries Is that I can see What true rebellion is I want to be free Free from myself Free from my own chains That I placed to hold me back When you are little You can't begin to imagine What the future you Will long for And boy Was I wrong As I sprout up I look back and laugh How did I think That I would not become One of the skins of those pretty petty girls That everyone ends up in I am naive To think that I was better I would not fall to that level Little me was bigger Look what I have become Everyone predicted it but me I would never thought this Would ever happen to a person like I I sometimes use my little girl mind And become disappointed in myself But even as I mature I am still that little girl I am ashamed of my now self But I'm just a little girl I have no idea what is in store for me Who I will be, when I'm not little
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
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