I am floundering in all my attempts to be grown up
Self imposed crippling adulthood expectations cemented on my shoulders
Dwelling on my own insignificance
All the while having a strong conviction that I am destined for greatness
What a cliché it is to be a paradox

I dentity crisis....
I don't have time to have an identity crisis.
I'm in a perpetual state of chaos amidst chronic stagnation
Not change... No
That never happens
For me....

I have been ****** into the wilderness that is reality
The immensity of the wings on my back is more than I can bear  
Weighing me down
They won't let me fly
I feel so small... Unable
I should be flying like everybody else but then again I have always  been late to bloom.