High up in the warm and cloudy sky, I fly

A see a bumpy patch of darkness, no more light. 

After being in the sky flying, flying

They try convince me to come down onto my feet.  

But don’t know how. 

I thought it was easy 

Up in the sky with not a care in the world of what was thought of me

I did not understand why who I am was blurred out by what people wanted me to be. 

It was convenient, being up in the clouds were those voices are muffled 

I say as they try to convince me to come down to the ground, “No, I will not.”

I will not be the person they try to make me into.

I am learning the bitter things about the world now 

and I cannot go crying to my mother. 

For I am closer to being a mother than a child now.

So give me a reason to come down, I dare you, I dare you. 

But what side will prevail? 

“Will she finally land on her feet?”, They say. 

And I reply back,

“No, I will not.”

I will not make someone feel the way they’ve made me feel.

Empty, sad 

And confused at the world and why it’s changing into a place of hate 

when in my mind that world was once so innocent and full of love. 

So I escape. 

Growing up hurts, doesn’t it?

I cherish the last moments I get upon the air before I arrive at unfamiliar ground. 

the smells of the air, the chirp of the birds, the ones that are left.

I was familiar with the world I knew

but now I am afraid, 

afraid of what’s ahead. 

I sat there remembering how innocent the world I thought I knew was. 

Looking back on the days 

when I thought I could stay in the warm springtime clouds forever. 

But I cannot fly anymore, for the cruel and harsh winter came and blew me away

Away, away 

from the world I thought I knew. 

listening to the wind whisper:  

“Growing up hurts, doesn’t it