tell me why am I so weak hearted when I hear your voice ringing in my eardrums
tell me why am I so easily brought down to dust when you rattle off criticisms

I am
tired
of
this world
because I can't conform to changes as fast as you do.
I'm a little girl, wondering on the endless road of life, still searching every nook and cranny for hopes and dreams.
with a net in hand and a broken pendant in the other--- I crushed the unicorn pendant you gave me
I was mad at myself for being slow

I know you want to hold my hand and walk this road with me
but my hands are full of messed up things
give me time
let me run a curved path of life
to find my way
back to you