myjournal

it's a poem

My journal is about me,
It's plain to see-

As I am emotional as I can be!
I fly off the handle as if I were set free!
But Im not,

I live with my parents you see,
"How can I be set free"?
Rules,and more rules.

To me is ridiculous you see,
But I must bite my tongue,
So I can feel young.


For you as young as you feel,
And with a doubt!
I feel like I must shout!


I need to spread my wings and fly,
But near the time and place for that.
So with that given-


I find my true self,
And the old me put on a shelf.