I used to think I was special.
That there was something about me that I felt deep down was worth noticing but other people couldn’t see,
That made me stand out from the rest.
Yet, as time went on, I am proven to be wrong.
Wrong then, for right now or for forever,
Nevertheless, wrong.
How I hate that word.
I wanted to be right because everyone acted like everything I did was was wrong but yes, what guidance did I have to distinguish the two?
“Dont do this”
“Don’t be that”
“You’re confused”
Huh..
If that’s the case, what the fuck am I here for if not to explore?
To fall and not be told, I told you so?
To take a risk and not feel like it’s the end of the world?
My inner teen cries in frustration.
As the adult me sits with her , trying to take action as we are not a teenager anymore,
There is a bridge I am building, while not knowing how I’m going to cross it.
Because the moment I realize I’m building it and crossing it at the same time,
I’m falling once again.
