Not Perfect -Poetry-

Growing

I was always told how to love, how to act, how to see the world.
I was always held by the hand and guided through the maze of life.
No one let me trip or fall when trying something new.
But when I turned eighteen everything changed.

Everyone let go.

I didn't know how to walk on my own.
I couldn't breathe or start a conversation.
People are exploring the world and I'm left in the dark trying to open this door with no handle never the less a key.
Kicked out of my home with no money or a place to go.

Sleeping alone.

I've grown to be a mannequin, fake, identical, replaceable.
People are telling me to get a grip but I can't see into the room beyond this wall I've been trying to overcome.
No one ever told me I'd have to climb.
No one ever showed me how to fly.
No one ever let me give anything a try, I was shielded.
Placed in a glass box, alone.

Everyone says the world is a beautiful place.

I wish I could see it.