Part of my life in a letter
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.