I wish that I could stay young forever. I wish that I could dial the clock hands backwards and be five again. Everything was so easy then. I wasn't the one who had to fight to be heard. I didn't have to look so hard just to see who a person is. Everything seemed to make more sense when I was young. Maybe because I lived in a world all my own. A place where nothing went wrong, there was no heartbreak, no body issues. There were toys, and friends, and play dough. My tiny hands use to mold that into the most amazing shapes. Dinosaurs and galaxies seemed within my reach, all I had to do was stretch my fingers, and they would be there. Clutched in the grasp of my innocence.
Now I fight to protect that innocence. Fight to protect the child inside me. Fight to be free and heard and loved and noticed. It shouldn't be like that. I shouldn't have to be a prisoner of society. I should be free to do as I chose. But there are always consequences. There is no way around that. Every action has a re-action, and no matter how careful I am, they are always bad. They rip me apart. Piece by piece, until I am nothing.
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