Here I am stuck in my crib…

The stripes of my hair start to race each other because I am angry.  As the green and orange dance over my head, smoke starts to come from my ears.  
Princess never gets into trouble.  All she does is sit and look at herself in the mirror.  Never exploring.  Never daring to step outside her little bedroom.  
I am brave.  I must have adventure.  Must have chaos.  Must have freedom to do what needs to be done when I feel it needs to be done.  Like now, this diaper, the constrictive fashion accessory I call it.  It is covering my butt and has to go.  My butt needs to breathe.  How can I escape if I have something so constricting on my body.  
I don’t mean to plot against the others in my circle, but they need to learn their lessons.  They need to understand that I am right and they are wrong.  What I need is my own space to run naked if I need.  I need to be able to lay in the middle of any room and yell and scream.  I need to be able to throw things when I want and to say curse words when I choose to.  I need to be able to leave the bathroom door open when I pee. To leave my bedroom door open and not worry about someone walking in when I need my privacy.  How can anyone live with such restraint?  
That is the problem, I am not living, I am existing.  Existing in someone else’s idea of a structured world.  I am smothered and hampered and afraid of causing an offense.  Well, to hell with that!!       

I am out of here, as soon as I find a way out of this crib and out of this diaper. 

© 2023 "I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be"
Lady Kate Phillips