When I was younger, I was too shy to care.

Now that I'm older, it feels like it doesn't matter if I'm there.

I wish I could go back in time.

Back to a time when I didn't think about the climb.

Back to a time when I was too shy.

Too shy to be bothered by the tears, I now cry.

I yearn to find my place, to belong somewhere, and feel like I have a sense of purpose in life.

Not feel like I'm a stranger on the outside, full of strife.

When I was younger, I was afraid to be bothered by those around.

Now that I'm older, I struggle to keep my feet on the ground.

As I reflect on what seems like easier years,

I still find myself whipping away older tears.

Is neither direction the way to go?

Going back to yesteryears or continuing forward, I don't know.

It's a battle I fight almost every day.

I just want to wake up in the morning and feel okay.

I still long to return to a time how I used to be.

But I may have let time slip too far forward, and this is now the new me.