I'm older,

I'm wiser,

It's been another year-

The older I get,

The bigger my fears.

No longer is it just spiders who I run from,

But responsibility and change as well.

No longer is there anyone I run to,

I'm alone in a shell.

I'm not as kind anymore,

I've lost that with age-

Naivete no longer leads me into the arms of those who "care"

Rather experience takes me far away for my wellfare.

I'm a snapping turtle, but not the good kind-

I bite away the ones who care and then just cry.