I Used To

I used to write secret codes in the back of my diary
Thinking no one would be clever enough to look there
I used to dream of being a ballerina
Not even knowing where to begin
I used to want to be just like my mom
So I would try on her shoes and think myself grown up
I used to wish on the stars
Not caring if the wishes came true
I used to dream of what I would be
Not knowing it might not be possible
I used to do a lot of things
Until the world yelled: Grow up!