Monday, May 26, 2008

I am the child.

I am the child.
I am 19, not 30.
I have nothing and am nothing without them.
I need to grow up.
I need to mature into a young woman.
I have no business questioning them.
They know what they're doing, I do not.
I need to listen to them.
I need to learn from them.
I need to pick out their best traits and spawn from them.
I need to be molded in their vision.
I am nothing without them.
I have nothing without them.
I am the child.
They are the parents.
I am the child.
I am the child.
I am the child.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Chill

And suddenly it grows cold.
The sadness sets in.
The loneliness begins.
The depression makes a home once again.