Birthday next month
Which is why
I am Miss March
Born on the tenth
Of the third month
Of every year
I'm not liking
The thought of
Getting older
Makes me more
Insecure
Than I was
The year before
It reminds me
That I'm not a kid
I am a young adult
I am a young woman
Who is maturing
And growing
And changing
More mood swings
More diet failures
College graduation
My hands are shaking
I'm lost in translation
My mind is spinning