Thoughts

She treats me like the child I am but don’t want to be,
I crave diversity and the right to be free,
I feel I should have control over my life in order to be me,
But in her mind this she doesn’t see,
She sees her baby,
Headed out to the cruel world,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
If she tries to control,
The life I live,
I won’t want to go,
Out into the world that may be cruel, but is also a place of wonder and undiscovered truths,
Waiting to be revealed,
By this baby girl,
Headed out to the world,
At the age of seventeen, looking for her dream.