Growing Up. We All Do It At Some Point, Except Peater Pan He's The Lucky One.

im not who i used to be

and sometimes

i question

if thats a good thing

i listen now

do my work

bow my head

do my chores

behave myself

im a good little girl

i do what my mother says

i dont riducule my brothers

as much

im quieter

im calmer

i know what im doing

im planning ahead

figureing out my future

fearing for colloge

life

evrything

im different than i used to be

defined by my akwerdness

my ability to always find something funny

in any situatuon

my aversion to normalcy

my involvement in drama

my loudmouthed snarky comments

im not who i used to be

and sometimes that scares me

when i wonder

if while evrything seems

like its comeing togother

but the only thing

that seems to be missing

is who i really am.

Reviews

[melissa]

Great poem