Outgrow up
You know, they say
"Don't blame children for that behavior, they were just raised that way..."
And, I agree, I think
But if you do not blame them,
they do not change
they do not grow
when i was younger, I was not
a good person.
i was mediocre, at best.
with a false sense of superiority and "Aboveness"
all because i didn't care about others
surrounded by friends who
loved mediocrity, celebrated it
and then i realized
that was no way to live
i got new friends
they called me out
and i realized that the only
real
way to get better, is to
be forced to recognize your own choices.
face that cracked reflection, and maybe use
some glue to put it back together.
and now, i'm a broken mirror, still finding more pieces to re-attach.
but i'm trying.
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