I want to be me
But just a bit different
I've spent time as someone else
Pretending as if my new outlook was simply a realized form
of my teenage years
Of course, this isn't wrong
But with the beginning of each month,
I form a bit more
I realize a bit more
I want to be me
With all the honest feeling of my childhood
But with all the jaded truth that I gain
My next chapter is coming slowly
I've felt its presence for so long
Now that it's nearly here,
I know only this
In this new chapter,
Where I'll begin as a fledgling
I want to enter it as me
And not some person I think I am
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Late Night Thoughts
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