A New Me
When I was a child, I was out of control.
I didn't listen to ma or pa, and I disobeyed the law.
When I was a child, I ate a lot of junk.
And when my mom said no, my heart kind of sunk.
When I was a teen, I made a lot of friends.
When high school became hard, fitting in became the trend.
When I was a teen, I thought love was found.
But soon we fell apart, and he decided not to stick around.
During my senior year, I learned a lot about myself.
I found my identity, and tucked all my worries away on the shelf.
After a lot of growth, I have realized what I truly want in life.
Taking a step back, to love those around me, and avoid the strife.
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