I wanted to be a journalist,
I wanted to write for cosmopolitan,
I had food on my table,
No one ever cooked for me,
at least I had money to buy it,
I went out every weekend,
Ice- skating, movies and parties,
I wasn't spoiled,
I worked and went to school,
Had time for any boy I wanted,
Studing for a nurse,
my family needs to survive,
I'm a wanted chameleon,
staying home on weekends,
studying my life away,
When friends call me it breaks me,
I have to turn them down,
Have no money on me,
no time for work either,
studying biology,
and since when did food become a luxury?
oh and guys? Forget them.
How can a social butterfly turn into a cacoon?
How can my nails turn from red to black?
Why do I have to cut my hair short?
Maybe that's all a part of growing up,
Sacrificing it all to move forward,
all for a future,
But what about living in the present?
Why am I not smelling the flowers?
But dissecting them in lab?
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