Look around,
You've come of age.
Emotions spiral inside.

You've felt this before
but you can't,
you won't remember.

The feeling of being lost,
inadquate, inaccessible.
Fear wells up inside.

They walk on by,
They come and go,
and always, so do you.

A crumpled piece of paper,
on the side of the road
covered in muck.

But not this time,
I will not be left behind.
I will be loved.