Matured

They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, But I have tried so hard to just be free. Trapped in the life that was killing me. I thought to myself "I can't be a kid anymore" As I listened for the front door. Thinking they'd take us away My mother knew just what to say. Locked in my room Knowing I was forever in doom. Crying myself to sleep that night I had to eventually turn out the light. When you're a kid, they tell you it's all... Grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and not to stall. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger and darker. Taking care of the house like a mother So young, I matured. So so very young. Responsibility was the foundation of my life. My mother never was the idea wife. From taking care of myself and my brother I acted more of a caretaker than a sister. Cleaning, cooking, sewing, fixing I did it all. I did it all. In those moments, I realized I wasn't a kid. I wasn't like the rest of the girls my age. I just wanted to be off the grid. It felt as if I was a bird in a cage. Wild and free Oh how I would've love to be. Day after day with no end in sight. How I envied the birds in their beautiful flight. A magical world now lost to dreams, Replaced by life's unbending themes. "I love you," she says. The words no more than a habit. I refused to become the fool she is. If I wanted change I had to reach out and grab it. Frustrated by my blindness And things I can not see. Sometimes driven crazy By the things that make me, me. For now I know, Growing up so fast was just meant to be. I can be a star I know I am and continue to glow. For now I have at last broken free.