I've been called the sun.
The idea is, the sun of the solar system.
The one my friends revolve around.
I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.
I do not want to be the sun.
Maybe
I could learn to embrace it
With my circle
My sisterhood
Maybe I could learn that it doesn't just mean responsibility
But also me
I am a ball of fire
I know that
Maybe I could be the sun
The way I like it
And not the way they've all assigned to me
I let myself cry
And it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest
Exploding
Shattering into the sky
I felt like I was dying
Each day it gets easier
But when it catches up to you
I'm so old
I know I'm not really but
It feels like it.
Like I'm a teenager
For real this time
Like I'm normal
And my parents trust me
And I can text?
And I'm normal
You created memories
And then got to move on
Leaving them untouched and perfect
Mine are being trampled.
Walked all over by my friends
My peers
I can't DO this
This constant emotional bombardment
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