Stop all of this commotion. You're moving too fast. I can't even think straight. Why are you demanding that I move on and make decisions? I'm only a child or at least I thought I was. Stop throwing me towards a future that is not my own. I need space, more space. I'm running away. My lungs are burning, burning from the oxygen. Im drowning in unanswered questions. I'm losing myself in the process. Stop remaking me, reshaping me into a better version, the child you always wanted. STOP! Let me be me.