My Imagination

Letting my imagination loose,
Is a very dangerous thing.
It could destroy lives,
Because the truth can sting.

My imagination is a dark place.
That should not belong to a child,
It could be a disaster,
Like meeting a lion in the wild.

Things in my mind,
Should not be shown to others.
Parents or friends,
Strangers or brothers.

People say my mind is great,
But to me it's really not.
Sure I could tell you anything,
But in my mind that's just a dot.

I think about things,
Things that no other girl thinks,
They see one thing,
Whilst I make some links.

They think of clothes,
And boys and their hair,
Whilst I think of people,
Theories and world affairs.

People say I'm an adult,
Trapped within a child.
But I just shrugged,
Said maybe and smiled.

My imagination and mind
Are capable of anything.
Sometimes that's good,
But other times it can sting.