I am the person I have alway been
Or it's what I think
The people around me
Have such high standards
I feel like I cannot live up to them anymore
Have I grow out of this character I used to be?
Or am I am the same person I once was?
I am just afraid of disappointing people, not myself
Someday I will snap
I will hurt people around me when I do
Like a rubber band, being pulled to tightly
And slapping skin
And I really do not know if it would be my fault
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Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...