Growing Up

The scars they left while molding me,

Cutting deep the life inside me ,

Hating every moment of my existence,

Going on due to life's insistence,

Years of adjustment,

Hoping for betterment,

Flames of fire danced in me ,

Yet when I had the chance to finally be free 

To show them my reality ,

I hesitated . I stopped . And dropped of all expectations 

of any sort of acceptance ,

Cause I knew,

 reality was far away from me