The warm water feels hot on my cold hands as I rush to erase the memories of the day behind me.
I can try and forget time by doing such mindless tasks, but when I look in the mirror I am reminded of my life,
And how this face is stuck with me for eternity.
Will I still like myself when my skin is no longer vibrant and youthful?
Because I see smile marks beginning to form and I am displeased.
Will I still walk through this town 30 years from now and understand my ever growing anxieties?
Or will I reflect and shake my head at how utterly idiotic I was?
Only time will tell and at the moment I can't decide if that's comforting or terrifying.
These places have seen my mistakes and regrets and my moments of bittersweet happiness
And I wonder if they will continue to remember my legacy.
We will all be forgotten and life is a lost cause,
But if I learn to accept this maybe I won't be so bitter.
However, to become content with such a thought is something I don't think I can ever be.

People are naive and simple and I feel as though I am complex and unreachable.
If you were a field of daisies I'd be the ****,
Criticizing you all and feeling complete envy.
For you all dance through life's wind like it's beautiful and kind,
While I shiver in the dark and forever pray for some spec of light.
A tree has grown beside me and I have become so cold,
Making warm water impossible to hold.