To the curious individuals like myself, yearning to discover something new each day:

Elongated lines stretching in the palms of my hand

augmenting like the roots leading to the stem of a plant

As the leaves slowly stretch out, strand by strand

what a flower needs to grow versus what a human needs to stand

I've never been the type to reveal my inner-most thought

Partially because of the magnitude that I have fought 

to create the best version of myself, and never get caught

For the way I truly think and what sets my life into a plot

of fear and stress, anxiety and pain

when I think about losing before knowing what I can gain

But overall I make excuses for what I truly think

Because thoughts race through my mind faster than a blink

I learned to take one step at a time watching not to trip

learning to speak my mind instead of hiding and biting my lip

Not aspiring for what is in my eye level, but instead what is on the shelf

But truly, I may be too young to reveal the entire version of myself.