Sometimes I feel like a child
Like life is a bundle of flowers
I’ve got clenched in my fist
In a death grip
I’m so scared to let
A single one of them go
That I clutch them tight enough
To squeeze the life out of them
Sometimes I feel like a child again
Not sure what I did wrong
No idea how to hold things loosely
Never told how to let them go
Only told not to hurt them
Only telling them I was
Only trying to keep them safe
