sick.

I see the lightning. I feel the pat on my head.
Actually I miss the pat on my head. I miss missing the pats I get on my head.
Sudddenly everyone pretends to treat me a little older but
in fact look at me like a ten year old.
Don't get me wrong, I would love nothing more than to go back in time and grow younger.
But I'm sick of being treated like a child not knowing she's being treated like a child. Where did everybody go? Or did I walk away?

God holds my hand.