When I grow up
I don’t know what I want to be
A writer
A lover
I’m already confused about the present
The past still holds me back, struggling on a skimpy thread
The future containing all the what if’s
When I grow up
I wanna be there
Full, and wanting
Filled, and wanted
I wanna feel happy and loved
Sharing my pain isn’t easy
Explaining it, that’s a different story
I write the feelings away
A sense of hope sparking
When I grow up
I wanna realise the truth
That I am worth it
That I am not a problem
When I grow up
I want you to realise
That through the thick and thin
I wanted you to be there
Every step of the way