Just a Chemist
Every year, every semester, every month the same thought runs through my mind:
I need to change, grow, evolve, or just learn to be a better person.
I need to realize that I am good enough,
I need to be more open towards other people,
I need to be less harsh on myself.
Some days, as I walk through the halways of school, I think I can change the world,
I feel hopeful that maybe I can finally break out of my shell, and be comfortable around people.
That never happens though, for I am just a chemist.
Just a nerdy kid who gave up a typicall social life for math and chemistry,
wondering if it will one day pay off,
wondering if it was worth the loneliness,
wondering if the isolation was necessary.
At heart, I am always just a chemist, going back to school isn't a chore,
It's going back home, to something I know I can do well,
going back to the one thing I have complete confidence in,
but always wondering, about the life that could have been.
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