On the Eve

[darkstarsdream]

I teter on the sill of time
this night like every annual before
I circulate my ashen thoughts
to come to peace to shatter peacefullness

I know innocence cannot be lost
but naivete is taken
I know belifs can only grow to fester and to flourish
but for the fist time another fear as stirred among my thouights

yesterday a boy laughed and said that without my adorability I'd be nothing
If I wasn't so cute I'd be helpless
SHE agreed saying I would be just like her
Loathed.
I couldn't help but assent

I can use all the creams and potions cast spell
Spin in circles laughing point in bubbles
when I dry out and wrinkle will I be nothing but a husk?
A  lonely child in a crones shell

I'm not frightened of growing older
-I'm just scared of getting old
I've no problem growing wiser
but I'm terrified of growing up

and I can't help but wonder...is that all they really think of me?