i wont be held down.

things are changing.
time is moving in a way
that i have never seen before
or grasped before.
growing up, growing out
and tugging at the strings
i've tied so tightly
to keep me in place.

like a balloon that
knows where it wants to go
but doesn't want to leave
the crying child behind.

a new face, a new stance,
reformed and yet steady.
the right guidance, this time.
i know she wont
let me lose me.

i never, ever wanted
to consider myself and adult.
i still don't. i still wont.
and that fact is why
i must will succeed.

'growing up isn't always fun. they tore your dress and stole your ribbons. they see you cry, they lick their lips. butterflies don't belong in nets..' -tori amos