THEY TOLD HER

"You  have to be the wise one" they said to the little girl
You are not  allowed to cry
you are into the fortress they said while stopping her mid-twirl
You are ruining it ,you cant fix it,you are too shy

She waited outside the door of every storm
she waited out the blues
she waited for happiness in its old form
she fooled herself,she waited for the promises to come true

she walked on like they said she should
she felt responsible for every success and failure
she clung to memories of yesteryears ,they said she could
dolls,dresses and chocalates had no place here

she was the only responsible adult
she was the only responsible kid
she soon discovered she was a seperate cult
a cult for those who were stuck between their adult and kid

she did know if she could be anything but her
so she became her now
she became the cults only survivor
knowing not to define herself now

swirling stars,candy and laughter are gone
a suffocating silence takes its place
the participaticipation of feeling is not allowed
 emancipation is forbidden lest she is relieved
how can she then punish herself?

every feeling is drained every dream is forbidden 
every blame is taken
every word is remembered yet

EVERY moment wants to be forgotten.