the DELUSIONS of Peter Pan…
Written on a note, that Wendy wrote, that she’d sent, with the wind, to Neverland…
Pan:
I’d been waiting for you, to finally, grow up, putting my own life on hold, I’d stopped, growing up, because I lived in the façade, that you’re going to, catch up to me in psychological development one of these days, and yet, year, after year, after year, after year, I saw all of my friends leave home, to start their adult lives, leaving me behind…
And, I’m, physically, in my thirties now, should’ve had a baby or two by now, but, I don’t, ‘cuz I’d been, holding out for you, waiting, for you, to finally, grow up, and yet, you still never do!
I’m really tired, of waiting for you, by my window every single night, and, yet, I can’t quite, let go of the memories of love (although, it wasn’t, actually a real kind of love!!!) that we’d once shared.
Imagine how long Wendy’s waited for Peter Pan…
Guess I’m saying, that I’m, finally, growing up, without you. And, I gotta say, it was, fun, you, taking me to Neverland, and, I truly had, enjoyed, playing the role of a mother, to those, lost boys of yours too, but, I’m done waiting, for you, to finally, grow up.
Signed: Ms. Darling (as Wendy never married)………
Waiting for you, to finally grow up, I thought you’re eventually, going to, get tired, of staying STAGNANT, in that state of mind of that child who was, long ago, DAMAGED, but, boy, oh B-O-Y, was I wrong, and I’m done, waiting for you, to finally take the RESPONSIBILITIES for what you DID to me, a very, very, very long time ago, when I was still, just a young child, and, it’s O-V-E-R, you LOSERS, ‘cuz I AM a M-O-M-M-Y here, and, as a M-O-M-M-Y, I’m still EXTREMELY protective (not to be “confused” with all your FUCKING POSSESSIVENESS, losers!!!) toward all the little children out there, none of which, is mine, ‘cuz??? Oh yeah, MY DEAD daughter E-M-I-L-Y, should BE SEVEN this year, and yet, do I look like a mommy (biologically, meaning that I’d popped “her” out of my body???)? HECK no!!!