Life isn' t what you would expect it would be when you are six, it isn' t princesses, prince charming, or castles.


When I was little I couldn' t wait to grow up, I felt like I was chained to staying litte forever.













Now I am a sparrow flying between clouds.




I am scared all the time, I wish I could hug my mommy and have her comfort me with kisses.





I am so cold, I am hollow inside, and so longing to be charished once more.











and not being afraid of getting hurt.







I wish upon a shooting star to aid me in being youthfull, short, give me closure that I'm loved.


Don't I even wish I was six again?