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Growing up I believed
I’d always be alone.
No one would ever
Call my touch home.
I’d never have someone’s
Heart to hide away
From the World in,
A place where I could feel
Wanted or calm and just
Be what I am without fear,
Overthinking, or paranoia.

I was confused
Most of my young age,
Afraid of desires and
Thoughts I had, what
They would make me,

But I figured it out.
After much turmoil,
I confronted what I am,
Forge an identity to hold.
I wish that was the
End of the story, that
I could tell you I
Sailed into my metaphorical sunset
And wouldn’t it be nice if
I really meant it.

I’m searching for meaning now.
Gathering my influences,
Judging their conclusions
Assigning blame coming up
With my name every time.

It’s hard to rectify that
I’m twenty-five, I’m
Told I’m so young.
It’s all perspective of course
But it wouldn’t bother me
If I felt young, felt like
I was in the midst of some
Beginning and an excitement
Ran through my day.

I want to draw a line in the sand
But I know how dangerous
It is after you cross it, and
Resisting will never be in my arsenal,
But I have a desperate need
To create something breathtaking
And I can’t do it like this.

Depressed, anxious, and scared.
It’s time for action, time for a plan,
Something else missing from my arsenal
But that’s why it’s a challenge,
A step out of my comfort zone
To meet people, to see places
I’d never see otherwise.
I’m ready to meet the me
In five years who has progressed,
Who isn’t depressed and
Even if she doesn’t have somebody
To hold she won’t be afraid
To look and give love a chance.

In the end it’s up to me
To find something worth living for,
I can’t hold onto the belief of nothing
Anymore, it’s time to accept
That I have a future and if I want
It can be mine.