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Mon, 05/20/2019 - 04:56 -- lyracal

You grow a little bit number every year. You grow a little bit more tired every year (are you alright?).

You look at those around you and wonder if this is it. You look at those around you and hope this is it (are you alright?).

You realize people aren't who you thought they are. You realize you aren't who you thought you are (are you alright?).

You find out you're gonna lose people along the way. And you find out you're gonna lose a little of yourself along the way too (are you alright?).

 

You grow a little bit number every year. You grow a little bit more tired every year (and that's okay).

You know that no one quite understands you. You know that you don't quite understand others either (and that's okay).

You're angry but not really. You look at the world and you're angry again (and that's okay).

 

You grow a little bit number every year. You grow a little bit more tired every year.

You look at the people around you and wonder, Do you see what I see? Do you feel what I feel? Do you even care? Is it all an act?

You wonder if any of you is real. You wonder if you've mixed and matched and mashed yourself together into what you think people like that you've lost what little of you. you had.

You get hurt, and broken, and bleed, and you hide it because you also don't quite feel it either.

You smile and laugh and you pull yourself back together because you realize this is what matters.

 

Growing up is life.

Life Moves On.

(and so do you)

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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