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Then-Now-After


My feet would take me to the ends of the world My hands would mush water and dirt to make mud patties My eyes would watch the disney movies that filled the screen My brain would dream the biggest dreams My voice would tell my mom the wildest things It happened over time i just didn't see the changes Went from digging up dirt to make mud patties To digging up the dirt to make a hole for me It went from being afraid of the dark To sitting alone in it From tantrums To panic attacks From growing up to giving up My feet now walk from point A to B My hands now are making a mess of things My eyes now are staring blankly ahead of me My my brain now is stuck in a loop of confusion and uncertainty My voice now is a form of communication lost in translation It's a story that seems to have lasted ages Where's ones mentality is filled with insecurities But it's alright with me For now im sitting alone After im rejoicing in the light of my phone From panic attacks to soothing acts From giving up to getting up It happens slowly From then to now to after Knowing that means Im still growing
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