Do you remember the freedom we felt as children,
the one that made our hair fly in the wind as we
cast our dancing shadows on the sidewalks in front of our best friend's house.
or how we used to roll down the biggest hills we could find
until our clothes were green and our skin was itchy.
And now I'm an adult who worries about how she looks in a mirror,
and questions if she could ever be enough.
Now I'm an adult who cries when she sees the pain in her family's eyes as they are reminded of the pain she caused.
Now I'm an adult with way too much love lost emotions that I've drowned in my own blood, sweat, and tears.
Now I'm an adult,
sitting on her bedroom floor,
wondering why she lets the years pass so quickly when she was a child.
Now I'm an adult.
And all I want is to roll down a hill again.