Objects in the Mirror
Driving recklessly in reverse,
I’m speeding ‘til I crash
I’m staring in the mirror
Fate on the wheel, feet on the dash
I don’t want to grow up,
But adulthood is closer than it appears
I’m almost 18 now.
When do I get my beard?
I spun out of control,
I’m not even facing forward
My petrol is running low,
I’m inching like a tortoise
How do they move so fast?
How do they know these roads?
Do they have directions
That I was never owed?
Am I worthy of a future?
To be or not to be?
Imposter syndrome will shoot ‘cha
I seek to fill a niche.
I’m getting left behind,
My windshield is growing blurry
How do I make it clearer?
Is everyone aligned?
they speed, growing nearer and nearer
As time goes on it seems I am the only one
Who is lost inside the mirror.