The old sneakers in the garage   

The old school artwork against the wall 

My old toys, old memories. 

Seeming to be drifting away from me.

It is all starting to feel like a mirage 

Every second, every day 

I think about how I turned out this way. 

From Bratz dolls to Barbies, 

to cellphones and parties, 

I have changed the way I think, 

not for good or for bad, 

but simply to grow as a whole. 

Starting without a care in the world, 

to pressure to have somewhere to go. 

My life has changed in a way 

I think about it every day.  

The same responsibilites are not present, 

the same responsibilites became inevident. 

But this does not stop me, no 

From being the person who loved to grow

In every aspect, every sense, 

I wanted to be the best I could be. 

From Bratz to Barbies, 

to cellphones to parties 

I learned to love who I am 

Regardless of the circumstance 

I see the world in a different tense, 

But it still relays the same dream: 

To only and always be me.