when teachers ask me what I want to be when I grow up

I trip

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.