Claustrophobic

A version of me exist in the minds of all who know me.
I've been placed in a box created by their perception of me.
I can no longer live in that box, it's become to small!
I'm becoming claustrophobic.

The child you knew no longer exists, a woman stands before you.
I no longer need you to hold my hand, I can stand on my own.
I do not wish to live up to the expectations you have set for me.
They are becoming oppressive.
I know you love me, but you have to let me grow.

©JennaClaireDouglass