Catch

Again, feelings unto a page.

You are so small, a branch on a large oak tree

Lost in your own way, you bring up yourself

The words spill out of your mouth. Stop.

Do no let them go. Stop. Do not let it show.

It does not matter. It really does not. 

Does not, never will and never has been.

Why do I feel no different. My peer grow and reach to their own goals.

I stay stunted to myself. This does not have to be this way. Stop.

I can change this. Stop. I have a chance. Stop. I can grow too.

I can, I have and I will continue to do so.