Monday, February 27, 2017

Girl, Woman, Girl

Sometimes, 
I put this pressure on 
To be the one, to be something 
Sometimes. 

So I get renewed, 
I get excited 
To be something I haven't yet been. 

Oh, the variety
The possibilities, 
To be something I've just dreamed.

But it's not long when I realize, 
That who I was, who I am 
Is never far from reality. 

When the clouds roll in, 
and the skies change texture,
I know it's time to get back in. 

Sometimes, 
I put this pressure on 
To be the one, to be something 
Sometimes. 



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