My Own Story

Such fame and glory

Spotlight on me

Called out in good ways

Master of the game

Shoved into a role of an adult

Treated as a kid all the same

Expectations climb higher

Too much commitment and dedication

Spread thin as butter

Too kind, not enough of my own narration

I love them still

Friends who see me through different shadows

Mentors who can look through the mask

Obliviated parents

Teachers who know nothing, but which they teach

Food chain of life

Competition I never wanted

I had no choice or swallowed up by jealous hands

Adaption or embarrassment

Escape through many doors

Though each house has only one room

Back into the cold reality of the world

Trying to find meaning or control

Stories that reflect the inner turmoil

Movies with people split in two

Mine of  magical escape

Neverland, Narnia, The Underground

I call on you

Take me away from this place

No responsibilities

Exciting adventures

Survival of the clever

I don’t want to live my own story