At age 6 I never planned my dream wedding.
I never sat in my room and thought of the perfect guy.
I never talked to my friends about the happy ending.
At age 6 i was always in the dirt playing.
I looked for bugs on the ground and the sky.
I looked for ghosts while pretending.
At age 14 I never had a first kiss.
I never went to the mall with a boy.
I never told gossip stories at midnight.
At age 14 I only wanted success.
I stopped trying to find joy.
I stopped the internal fight.
Now I am age 17,
I never wanted to be this way.
I never wanted to quit everything
but the skies are grey
and I have broken both of my wings.