Wild Child

by Angie Whitby
There's as aspect of me I don't let show
She's getting quite frustrated
She schemes a way to get beyond
The room that I have gated
She's been there for so very long
I'm afraid she's grown quite wild
I despise her oh so very much
She behaves just like a child
But the day is coming, soon I fear
When she must be set free
I must embrace this untamed facet
If I am ever to be entirely me
Complete
Whole
Unique
Strange
Brave
Loved
Liberated