Sorry I can't keep up
Guess I slipped a bit earlier
Left behind covered in stardust and feelings of inadequacy
There seems to a pattern appearing
How many times can I reach for a hand that's not there to pull me
to my feet
I guess that's what growing up is about
Learning to hide those holes
in your shoes
and covering up broken bits
of thoughts you'd rather not talk about
I'd rather just jump from the tower
of expectations I've built
because I've never been good
at hiding things
but that seems to be an unavoidable part of trying to keep someone