I was so fresh faced
Pouty lips and lavender eye shadow
“it’s more about inflection than it is about pitch.”
So hung up on the transition.
Now here I am
Five years later
Trying my damn hardest to get through the day.
Reminding myself I am strong
Through such pain
And I cannot decipher
Whether seeing that fresh faced girl
Made me feel happy, proud, angry, depressed
Or all of the above. It’s weird seeing how far I’ve come. I’m not 22 anymore.
But I still feel
The expectations of the world
On my shoulders
Whether they’re there or not.