Changing
Can I be afraid of change
if I am miserable where I am?
Years swept past me
and I let myself rot,
until I realized the role I play.
Should I be afraid of leaving
the only thing i have ever Known?
This school has grown to own me
and Myself is melting away.
Will this aching fear ever subside within me?
It has been years
and I can still feel the drowning reach
of where I used to spend my days.
Today I choose myself.
I will not be afraid of changing,
Growing,
Not longer Fading.
I will heal myself,
Surround myself,
Because I am not afraid.
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