I am not little anymore.

“I am not little anymore”, I said to myself.

But someway, somehow I find myself reaching for the door.

The door that opens up to parents room to ask them for help like I would usually do.

I stopped and I stared with this pain that I can’t bare. 

I wanted my parents help and for the first time they weren’t there.

I was in my own home, all alone. Just thinking to myself, “Where has the time gone?”

I once was a child and now I am not. But someway, somehow I had forgot.

I am not little anymore...

This poem is about: 
Me

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