I haven’t grown since I was in sixth grade.

I thought I had,

I wanted to believe that,

But if anything,

I’m worse off,

Or just unchanged.

I forget every now and then,

Because I guess egotistical is my natural state,

But every now and then someone reminds me,

That I’m doing something wrong,

That I haven’t changed.

So I will change.

I will put on a new face just as I have done before,

Because I guess that the cracks have started showing again,

If I’m being awful I guess.

I’ll tiptoe around the things that I say.

That’s one of my favorite ways to play this game.

I’ve just been reminded I guess,

That I can’t get too comfortable,

Can’t let the mask slip,

Because nobody wants what’s on the inside.

Nobody wants the real me.

I’m not sure I even know who that is anymore.