looking through the mirror I see the moving protrait of a child with a big toothy grin. she's spinning and giggling
she's ten years old teaching her sister to be a troublemaker.
She's still a child.
Looking back at me, filed behind responsibility is still the little girl who just wants a chance to shine.
I just want to spin alone in my room no worries on my shoulders. No folding under pressure.
I want time to pretend I can fly , soar across the sky like a butterfly.
but I'm older now and time is ticking away.
I can't be the little girl I once was. no more pretending.
