So mature

The college Freshman

first time on her own

doesn't need mom or home.

So sweet and young,

cute as a bug.

Only nineteen.

She's not a girl

but still not grown.

She drinks her coffee black

with too much sugar and cream,

double stuffed Oreos for lunch,

Dinner tests the smoke alarms.

She Dances to the music

bouncing of her postered walls,

giggling with her pink themed room

while painting matching nails.

Practicing in her stripper pumps

Boobs, butt, hair, hips and lips all prepped

for ladies night in.

Boyfriend is her whole world

too much spent loving him

more time still, crying

with her breaking heart,

anger comes next

passionately hating.

Living life with

time just began.

Sleeping late, missed class

"I think I'm sick"

She's lying on the couch

Strawberry shortcake cover

and Tom and Jerry on the tube.

Ice cream and star shaped noodles

Pale face looking lost,

"Can you feel my head?"

she asks her surrogate Mom.

She wants to take a step back

to the child she was.

Afraid to take the leap forward

to the woman she will be.

Stuck between

Adult and kid

She's caught