In some ways
I never grew up
A childlike soul
Full of enthusiasm
Soaring high above sorrow
And the realities of life
Only to be laid low
By a stone to the heart
Fired from the sling
Of one who sees no place
In the grown up world
For a childlike heart
Brought down to Earth, broken
My soul realizes its flaws
My heart longs for acceptance
So I murder my heart
Smother newborn joy
And strangle enthusiasm
I am just as others wanted me now
My wings are broken–
May I never fly again.