I'm told to grow up and take on responsibility
But when I take on something with the slightest bit of difficulty I suddenly turn into a delicate, incompetent, fragile little girl
I'm growing up
I truly am
But others don't really see that because
I'm still the girl with the bubbly personality
Who asks to many question
Questions without answers
The girl seeking knowledge
Anyway possible
I'm still that person now
But less delicate
And less fragile
And less incompetent
I'm still bubbly but it's slowly slipping away
I'm still asking questions, can you see that slipping too
I'm still seeking knowledge, do you see that slipping away with the others
Still seeking answers for those questions that don't have answers, maybe you don't realize but I'm slowly losing that too
Slipping away to a place that I can't reach
I'm trying to get it back
Trying to get the parts of me that have slipped away
Because each day another little piece crumbles away into nothingness
Trying to retrieve what was stollen from me
Trying to get back what I never thought I'd lose
