A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

The Past

The past,

it seems to have gone so fast,

but felt like forever,

it was like driving through rainy weather,

thinking how awesome it would be to be older and wiser,

so weak the slightest thing made tears flow like a geyser,

and yet now it doesn't feel like I got stronger,

just because I don't cry it doesn't mean I don't hurt any longer,

it just feels like I've come so far,

always wishing to change the way things are,

along the way I just learned to cope,

and about what it means to hope,

like when I didn't do my homework,

so scared I could go berserk,

and then the teacher forgot or didn't come,

I'd be so happy I'd get numb,

and I haven't changed that much,

well maybe I've perfected my slacker's touch,

rushed essays look old,

even before the pen ink gets cold,

I also remember all the smiles,

over these many miles,

and it makes me laugh again,

I've been amazing since way back when.