We switched places. A poem

After the devil left my womb
I feel like the devil's child.

No longer suppressing sexuality,
my loud voice and laughter 

that bothered my mum intensely
or being careful, thoughtful, selfless and loving. 

I am the opposite now: Sensual, sexual. With a huge ego.
I laugh instead of cry and instead of asking why.

I am the immature me finally, free.
This is where I have longed to be. 

The anorexia stopped me from developing, maybe.
I feel like 12 all over again,
but this time without anxiety.