Who is she?

Captured in that rectangular moment,

Smiling,

Young,

And absolutely free.

They say I look a lot like her,

That I was once her,

And that I was still her,

Except older.

But I do not have the spirit she has,

The bravery.

I hid when Life demands Change,

Scream when Present says Future is near,

And cry when Day becomes Year.

Places to be,

Places to go,

Places that I don’t know.

I try to smile,

I try to be young,

I try to be free,

But Unknown harasses my soul,

And suppresses my body.

Maybe Future will help me become brave and free like her,

But Today says no. 

For Slam Behind the Curtain