When I'm forced into a skirt---

My life comes to a sudden halt with a quick jerk and I keep my one leg over another closely to keep that freezing air and hungry stare out.

I can't run.

I can't skip.

I can't dance.

I can't ride my bro's bike to taunt him.

I can't fight with my neighbourhood boy to frustrate him.

I can't keep my legs on the coffee table to tease my mother.

I can't climb the trees in my garden to irritate my father.

There are just so many things I can't do.

In short, I can't be me.

So keep that death invitation away from me, its freaking me out!!!

How many of you have the mutual feelings?

Luv ya♡♡♡

ChetnaSinghRS☆☆☆