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 

Depressed 

A shadow 

Trying my damn hardest to get through the day. 

Reminding myself I am strong 

Through such pain 

And emptiness. 

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.

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