Why does it have to feel so raw?
Why is this emotion so fresh?
It's not pain, it's not anger, it's not love.
It's fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of pain.
Fear of anger.
Fear of love.
Is that valid?
To be so afraid, to be so confused.
To feel.....
so raw.
I'm playable.
I'm precocious.
I'm filled with present cares.
--all of this scares me.
And now,
now I'm just left to wonder.
What will this feel like?
What will the unknown feel like?
What will pain feel like?
What will anger feel like?
What will love feel like?
Will it feel different?
Now that I'm grown up.
Why does this have to feel so raw?
Why is this emotion so fresh?
.....I don't wanna grow up just yet.






--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.