Wings

4 years old holding Mommy's hand
She took me to the park
I chased the birdies in the grass
Until it got to dark

It scared me when my Daddy yelled
So I covered up my ears
I think it scared my Mommy too
It brought her straight to tears

9 years old and I'm all grown up
With band aids on both knees
I painted a bird in art class
My Mommys proud of me

A few days ago, just I found out
That my pet Fishy died
I pretended that I was OK
But late that night, I cried

14 years old and I can drive
My Mom just taught me how
I've never felt so free before
And yet so trapped somehow

My boyfriend always cheats on me
But I pretend like I don't know
My parents and I always fight
Life is moving way to slow

14 years old; thats all I am
Trapped in between these years
No matter how fast I try to run
I can't escape these tears

Sometimes I wish I was a bird
And late in the night I pray
That God will give me my own wings
So I can fly away

Just like the birds I used to chase
The birds that I once drew
Please God, make me my own wings
So I can fly home too

*if you have any advice for me on how to be a better poet...I'm listening