New Me, Stronger Me
One day
the truth hit me,
I was becoming an adult.
Scared of everything,
wasting time,
failing,
and that one day my struggle
would yield no fruit.
That was yesterday's me.
Today's me is still afraid
The difference is today's me knows
that everyday is not a waste
I am getting alittle stronger
A little less scared.
Growing,
Chanaging,
Evolving,
Becoming tomorrow's me.
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