So many parts to play,
so many people to please,
not sure what to say or how to act
All in different situations.
So stressful, so much to consider.
I'm about to crack and break.
I May never look back.
Can I do that?
Maybe its because of all the hate.
Maybe its just to much give and take.
Guess I will just have to be me.
That's what everyone says is best any way.
But who is she exactly?
She changes so much that it is hard to keep up.
Will she miss the many traits she had before?
If she dose how much?
When will she reach her full self?
When will she stop changing?
Will she be satisfied with the end results?
Who knows because as time continues feelings of satisfaction change as well.
I Guess life's a never ending process.
Progression or degression is up to you.
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Discovering And Making Me
Poetrythings I write as I grow, things I write about me as i change or in a certain time period