18.

Small Town

I've spent my childhood.

In an array of small towns. 

Always moving.

But never breaking ground.

These places don't change.

They always stay the same.

The problem here is me.

I refused to be like them. 

I lived.

Loved. 

Grew.

Changed.

I've become my own person now.

And I don't fit in here anymore.

I no longer follow their picturesque way.

I am a new person.

That no one can change. 

I love myself now.

Which before I could never say. 

It's time for me to embrace a new life.

So dearest small town.

This is goodbye.

I'll miss you.

But won't cry.

When I leave I will lose security.

And gain freedom.

This signifies the end of innocence. 

Although for me.

It is a new beginning.