And just for thought...
It is hidden far below all the responsibility,
buried so low and so far between,
a constant burning of everything I missed.
I am unsure of the source,
frightened by the outcome,
this insatiable urge to act my age but how can I?
The commitment to my life overtakes,
making me guilty that I am not being loyal,
forgetting that I am still so young,
regretting everything I walked away from but why did I?
It was fear that forced me into mediocrity,
shame that blackened my once bright view of life,
making me feel as if I did nothing right in this life.
It is there boiling under the surface.
So if I laugh at nothing, do not look at me funny.
If I decide to do something unconventional, do not stop me.
Every now and again, my youth acts up and I don't want to be an adult.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.