Free To Be Me
Poem By Kiersten Reilly
Back when I was just a little kid,
I only remember being free.
nothing there to hold me back,
no regretful thoughts of you and me.
Running, skipping, riding my bike,
Anything kept me amused.
But now I only cry on the couch,
My heart, shattered, torn, abused.
How I wish I could go back,
To being happy and free.
Growing up has done only bad,
it stopped me from being - me.