Growing up

Lost. In a spin, in a whirl
I’m just a foolish girl.
I’m only trying to find my way
Hoping tomorrow will be a better day.

Forgotten. In a puzzle, in a daze,
I’m a little girl in a delusional phase.
I’m entitled to my weird days!

Hormones. In a mood, in a rage
I’m just a girl in a teenage stage.
I need my own space to grow,
you’re either my friend or a foe.

Trapped between being a kid and an adult,
I’m just a girl wondering: should
I do this? Would I do that?
Who is that boy and what’s he staring at?

Life’s a many directional hurl
my world’s in a constant whirl
My mind’s always in a swirl.

It’s just so hard!
Not yet a woman but no longer a little girl.

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