Yet AGAIN another poem

SIMPLY ME:

She was a wild child 

An immature girl

With no manners

The perfect example of what not to be

She spoke out 

And danced whenever she pleased 

She didn’t give a damn of the world

That girl was me.

But that girl grew up 

And her world became dark

She cared of others opinions 

She became the girl they wanted to see

She danced when no one was watching

Matured to fast 

that once naive girl was gone

A shadow from the past 

Now the girl wishes to go back 

To be the immature girl again

To dance like nobody was watching 

To be truly herself 

But I can’t go back to the careless girl I once was 

Because the world goes clockwise not counter 

So I am going to treasure the moments of my childhood 

Because I wasn’t immature 

I was simply me. 

-Darby out💗💗