I don't know what I want myself;

People keep telling me where my life should be headed.

When all I want is peace, they want me to move it;

Work hard, finish school, get into a good college.

This pressure is suffocating, I want back my toys.

I want those days back, where my biggest trouble was choosing a dress,

Where my life wasn't hanging in balance,

And my parents weren't constantly stressed.

I want those days back when I had a best friend,

Where I could play with him all day long and never have to worry.

I want those days back when emotions didn't fuck me up,

When all my feelings were valid and not degrading.

Where are those days when a bar of chocolate made me happy?

When a soft hug from my mother stripped me of my worries?

When did I lose my childhood and stepped into the world as a lady?

Where everyone expects me to be the best, where they're all shady?

Why did I ever wish to grow up so quickly?

Because right now, only I know how much I'm dying

To be a child of seven and not seventeen.