A tear rolls down my face,
But you'll never see it.
A thought crosses my mind,
But you'll never hear it.
Your judgmental minds,
You say you wish to know.
What's wrong you ask?
Nothing. Again I tell you so.
Because nothing is what it is to you.
Sometimes I want to run away.
Just be alone, be free from all the demands.
But my dependence makes me stay.
One day I'll grow up.
Be my own person, a separate entity.
No longer your daughter, sister, friend.
I'll only be a girl, alone, but free.
So when I'm gone, don't be sad and cry.
Maybe you'll miss me.
But you won't die.
You'll forget, eventually,
The girl who used to be.
And I'll be out there. Just me.