I don’t see myself in the boy too eager to please the others around him.
I don’t see myself in the teen who had been lost to the existential angst of a youthful mind.
Much too fast,
much too fast,
you have so much life to live.
I now see myself in the mirror and only have faith in my actions.
Not too appeal to you but harness my worth and to finally follow my dreams.
I now see myself in the man I’d begin to be.
I now see myself as happy.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
I don’t see myself in the boy too eager to please the others around him.
I don’t see myself in the teen who had been lost to the existential angst of a youthful mind.
Much too fast,
much too fast,
you have so much life to live.
I now see myself in the mirror and only have faith in my actions.
Not too appeal to you but harness my worth and to finally follow my dreams.
I now see myself in the man I’d begin to be.
I now see myself as happy.
This was a draft in my poems. I think I like it.
