Child compose into

Child, child my mom always called... saying you need to grow up before you can stray too far. I always frown and nodded saying yes momma. I do what she said I slowly die the child that was inside. I grew up wondering what life would be like if I didn’t stay so inside the lines. When people see me they respect me, they smile and hold doors for me. But when I overheard when a child dies they compose into what we now call ADULTS.