Finally my childhood dream is full filled, The dream of being an adult.

The dream of holding on myself,
Doing whatever I want and controlling my hormones.

But is that dream really full filled? Because the little me is still a kid.

She still wants to hold her mother
when she cries
And tell her how this cruel world haunts her poor soul.
But she can't, cause isn't she an adult? Isn't she supposed to be strong?


She still wants to be carefree and enjoy life,
But the adult in her would tell her to stop.
Cause...