"The Child In Me"

The child in me is suppressed 

A little bit of depressed 

Because I am a mature woman now

And I am supposed to act like that somehow...

Everything I speak should have second thoughts given

My sluggish behavior will be not forgiven

I have to resist dancing in the rain 

As going to work the next day with a runny nose is a great pain...

My plastic smile allows me to have peace with questions

But my heart feels heavy due to aggression...

 

But still, I love everything created 

As it needs immense strength to feel hatred...