I'm not 3 anymore; mom doesn't wake me up and dress me for school.
Wearing dad's clothes, glasses is not considered cool.
I don't check if the moon follows me.
Now I understand mom stops me for my safety.
 
I'm not 8; but I still struggle to finish up the food on my plate.
I don't get bullied anymore, but still friendless and lonely.
I now know the boy who used to hit me back in primary school, didn't really hate me.
 
I'm not 11; when my insecurities began.
The time when I lost all innocence and felt it was my fault
I'm still overly emotional; I do know how...