The Essence Of Who I Am

I feel like I’m the only one changing 

I’m a flower that keeps blooming 

The ballerina who changes her routine 

I’m growing and everyone around me is dying 

Don’t do what my parents did and are doing 

Is engraved in my brain 

But isn’t that what every child says 

How can we be perfect if we are imperfect beings 

I am discovering that I am different 

In a unusual way 

I masked my way through childhood 

Until I’m all grown up 

And don’t know what anything really means 

MAP

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