I often forget when talking to you How really important you are Not only to me, but to everyone who knows you And also to those, yet to know you!
I forget when I was your age Which was quite a different time! The struggles, I had knowing myself Let alone, letting others know me!
How I feared the questions from those close How it felt like a judging probing knife! Dissecting me up and down!! The pressure exploding in my head!!
How I wanted to retreat and hide! So the questions would not pierce me! And damage my pride and inner self! Wounds, I could not yet mend!!
For I was still in search of who I was! Not certain who I might become! And fearful that I could never measure up! To those who would dissect me!
I forget that I was like you! In those younger days! Uncertain, like jelly in a mold Still not set, seeking a future to take hold!
I forget that my path forward was not yet set! For I needed to grow, beneath my own skin To give it a chance to breath and gain some type of form! So I could move forward and shrug those gazing razors aside!
I forget, that I was so like you! And now, I am the one, throwing that pointed tool! Forcing you to retreat and hide from those sharpened daggers! To save your delicate growing inner being, from none other than me!
The one who loves you to the core! Forgets how much, we are alike! And pushes impatiently with a point on that fragile mold In hopes, it will hurry up and take some form!!