sometimes i’m so sure that i’m so unsure of myself.
i just have to remember how to put one foot in front of the other
and how to open my eyes after i blink
and how to find my way back to the surface after i go under.
because nothing is ever what it seems to be
when you’re not stupid anymore,
when you hit this point and you can’t grow down,
when you can only grow up and grow old.
it’s an awful feeling, really,
to know that you’re leaving yourself behind
and what’s left of you now is just a kid in a stranger’s body;
a person you swore you’d never become
stares back as you gaze longingly in the mirror.
you reach up with hands that aren’t yours
to touch a face you barely recognize
and feel it with motions forgotten.