As I grow
I realize that who I once was is gone
She is lost in the wind, destined to be found yet again,
But not by me.
No, for I am not that girl any longer.
I look at my past self and wonder
“What if I was still that girl?
Would I have more friends?
Would I be social?
Would I go to parties and out with friends?”
But I know the answer.
However, that girl is no longer me, and I am no longer that girl.
For time has changed me, turning me into me.
I am happy to be the “me” I turned out to be.
I sometimes wish that I could be the old me again.
Outgoing and social.
Not shy and alone.
But this is me.
And that is just fine by me.