when teachers ask me what I want to be when I grow up
I fall over the stone of society's explectations.
and it hurts.
I always scrape my knees over the words, "child therapist"
because inside I'm screaming
screaming with every ounce of might my soul can muster
"when I grow uo, I want to be in LOVE!"
I want to fall madly in love with life,
every night, I want to say I'm absolutely thrilled to be breathing
I want to cry every time I feels sad
to erupt into a fit of laughter at every joke.
When I grow up, I want to be a.l.i.v.e.