Tough Seasons

Walking alone,

On the dusty face of the Earth,

Lost deep in thoughts,

Trying to fathom why I am the way I am,

Wanting to know why I feel this way,

Why my entire world is crumbling,

Down on my little head,

Why my dreams,

Seem so big for a little girl,

Feeling sad that I don’t seem to move,

And if I do it is backward all the time,

Craving for a standstill,

Of the sun and the skies,

So that the scorching feeling can give me a break,

And let my brain run a little faster,

Wishing I would see rose flowers budding into life,

Or butterflies burst from cocoons,

But it is sad that we always get to choose our thoughts,

But not our feelings,

Yet I have so little time to figure it all out,

But I should look like I have it all sorted,

Act like a first born is all they tell me,

Take charge like a lioness is all they sing to me,

Forgetting that I am a child too,

Deserving all the love,

Attention and affection,

But they have turned me into a tigress,

I look like some broken porcelain,

So smooth when you look at it,

But it cuts you when you touch,

But I am here wondering,

If I will ever have a break,

And let someone else take charge,

Since I have been doing this all my life,

Though I want to be loved,

Taken care of and become a baby girl,

But maybe this absolute and black nothingness that I feel,

Is all there is to being human.