Have I grown at all?
Wearied face, thinned hair, crumbling teeth, fat fat, bad back; excluding the physical dilapidation, where else can you say you've changed? Are you any more mature, have you found some kind of enlightenment? Is life different with God, is life different without God? Are you a better friend, how many friends have you lost? Not because you've been busy with growing up, or improving yourself, or breaking your habits and chasing or fixing or saving up your dreams. Have you become loving-er? Are you better?
Or are you just sad? Give yourself a glass of water. You need it. Drown out your swollen whispers, give it a break, oh you silent bad advice. Take care of your health. Tell your mind to be healthy. Your bad thoughts, your evil person, your rancid emotions. Take note, take heed. Fix your stupid being. Improve yourself or stay nothing at all. Forever.
Be forever 17. You stink like one, you think like one. Your problems now were your problems then. What has happened to you/what hasn't happened to you? What in the world have you been doing in these past six years? Have you simply been growing old and not growing?
What are your passions? Have you forgotten them? Can you still do anything you used to be able to? Or are you just worse off? That's worse than not growing. You're slipping. And beb, you'd better have someone to pull you back up cuz' there ain't no one at the bottom to catch you.
Who am I?
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