Torn

Her mind was torn

For she wanted

So much to stay a child

But so much to grow up

Her heart was torn

For she wanted the privileges of

Everyone else that was older

And younger than her

Her spirit was torn

For everyone kept telling her

To grow up

Or to enjoy her youth

They confuse her so much

Her soul was torn

For she wanted so much more

Than she already had

But at the same time content

And she knew that right now

Was the time to make up her mind

Everything was pieced back together

For she could stand on her own now

But if even for one second

She let her stitches be picked at

And rip a bit of the fabric of her

Then she would be torn again…