I want to escape This world of hate. To lessons and dates I fall astray.
Mother, Please, I cannot commit. Not in this world That I wish to exist.
I want to go To the Neverland. To fly so high With Peter Pan.
But Mother, I beg, Don't leave me alone. I am old, I know, But young in the soul.
For a mature thought Is locking my heart,
I wish to feel the way I did at the start.
This poem is based on the psychological disorder entitled 'Peter Pan Syndrome'. I wanted to shed light on this topic as it is important to understand the struggles of 'adulting'. Please do enjoy and always be kind!