The weight that she carry’s and the things she would shoulder .
She wished were the things she could bury,
But her nights get colder.

To be mature and have it all planned,
She was raised with responsibility, independence carved onto her hands.

But never a failure ,the high achiever ,
But those times she’s tried her best
Her grades not always the best ,
Just a people pleaser .

Built to be a role model,someone she had to teacher herself to be ,
A person she wished for ,when she was younger but someone she’ll have to be.

She’d lay down flowers for others,
While she’d be sinking deep ,
She’d care for people for hours ,
But her soul crying for sleep .

The future she’s had to plan,
And the times shes picked herself up,
Independent and not depending on a man.

The childhood she didn’t intend to leave behind ,
But honestly she’s still just a kid inside ,
Shes still immature ,not perfect,still childish .
But going back in time would only ever be a wish.

A future she seemed to have planned but really she’s still clueless,
She may seem to know what shes doing but honestly the stress makes her restless,

The sleepless nights ,
The way she had to push herself to keep her going .
The pieces she slowing tried picking up ,
Yet they just kept falling.
And the price she had to pay for ,
A role she tried fulfilling .

She’s not perfect ,she make mistakes ,
One bad decision,
And the guilt runs through her,with every step that her body takes .

She raised herself ,she picked up all the broken pieces,
She ruined herself ,just to make them happy and attempted to fill in those broken creases.

© moonlightpoetry