Change
I want to become the person I see in my mind,
This person is beautiful,
This person is sweet,
This person is kind.
But why am I so lost in the past that I can't go along with the fast second future time?
Am I scared nothing will change?
Am I scared that nothing will be okay?
Am I scared that I won't be fine?
Why am I stressing out the fact that this person is how I go through with the life line?
Is it because I'm procrastinating?
Or am I waiting for a sign?
It’s time to grow up,and make this change mine.
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