Grew Up??

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From: "I'm a Barbie Girl"

To: "I'm a Bad Guy"

We all grew up......


From
dancing to i'm a barbie girl to lip sing to bad guy,
fighting for a piece of cake to learning to sacrifice,
running around with friends to running away from problems,
being fragile like a flower to being fragile like a  bomb,
drawing smileys to drawing tears,
reading rhymes to reading books with meanings in between sentences,
playing business board games to investing in shares,
demanding for food to cooking your own food,
crying in mum's lap to silently sobbing in the corner......

As time passed, I guess we all grew up. 

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