I am blooming,
into a human.

And it's consuming
I feel ruined.

I am just doing
what everyone else is doing.

Or is it truly
that insecurity is looming
overhead and I'm stewing
a girl with potential
for brewing
potions of resentment
and wrong doings.
I guess it is just me
that I am *******.
Whatever it means,
I'm through pursuing
these fruitless things
I keep doing.