POEM FROM BACK IN THE DAYS

I feel like a thief who’s planing the sceam of a century

I feel like a criminal who’s waiting on getting caught, trapped – thrown away

I feel like a teenager who has stolen money from her mother’s purse

I feel like a child who has taken candy from her neighbours kid

When in reality I’m grown-up trying to rob back my life

A grown-up who is set on getting back on track

An adult who is tired of asking for permission

A human who is sick of being treated like a child

I am grown – I simply want to live life like I wish…

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