Don't you care that I'm falling apart?
It's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I can't hold my frustration in much longer.
What happened to you supporting me?
When I sit alone I can't help but feel angry.
My own grandmother, doesn't even believe in me.
So what that I'm different?
So what that I'm making a life for myself?
Why can't you just see this is for the better?
Why don't you understand me?
I'm not that little girl in the Cinderella ball gown.
I'm not the little one with curls.
I won't forever be there to make you smile.
The only thing I ask is that you love me.
That you allow me to be who I want.
What I want.
Allow things to change without your contradictions.
Don't give me that sneer,
or the face that says you know best.
Because it won't be much longer
until you lose me to your indescisive,
Contradicting,
Overpowering,
Unwillingness to accept,
that I am different.
Do you not understand that I'm not five anymore?
Do you not get that I won't forever be that little girl?
You don't control my life anymore,
You don't have much of a place.
So dear, dear grandma.
All I ask is that you let me be who I want,
Or before too long,
I won't be there to change your ways.
