I don't know how I'm still this nervous.
It was supposed to work itself out
along the way.
I still have to force myself to deal with
the things, and people, that I don't like,
or like too much.
In many ways I still hold myself back
irrationally afraid of unforseen
consequences.
No choice but to struggle on,
as I've always done,
and hope that I still have a little
time to grow up.
