I am 24
But sometimes
I feel like I’m 40
Or I am inside an old dying woman’s body
I am too young to talk about the future
But I’m too old to cling to my past
Sometimes
I feel like
My body and soul are mismatched
This soul belongs to someone else
And I’m borrowing this body
I’m sorry
For not taking care of this
I’m sorry
If my thoughts
Hurt every part of you
I’m sorry
For not finding where I belong
I’ll be leaving you soon