She thinks, she writes 

She steals fifteen years of memories that belong to someone else, 

Someone worthy

She loves to capture moments and show them to the world 

She she is queen and the spins around her 

Bowing down to her 

Aimlessly double tapping 

Fifteen years of pretending, she wants to let go now 

Pretending to hope, want, and feel

She wishes she were a simple creature, 

Untouched and free

Free of the streetlights, cars and smoke

She would have her own memories 

Uninfluenced by the outside world 

Still spinning around her 

Time is going by, 

But she is not aroused 

For she is in her own head still 

When will she wake up?

When will she realize that success is not at the tip of someone else’s finger

But in hers?

Because she has her own thoughts 

Influenced, but her own still

She wears her own skin and should wear it proud 

She thinks many things about the world and writes it down

All fifteen years of memories that are not stolen, 

But lived 

That she is worthy of