When time passes and slips by so fast,
When I contemplate all that I’ve missed or forsaken,
It pains me to acknowledge my own mistaken steps,
To realize my fault in those moments taken.
To have aged to such a point missing out,
To have lost so many loves I should’ve cherished,
To be floating, numbing myself to indifference,
To have drifted past chances and watched them perish.
Will wisdom prove the worth of my decisions?
Have I lost too much to ever fully recover?
Do empathy and arrogance measure so equally?
Will hiding myself lead anyone to discover?
Choices, to decide what to do, what to be, who I am.
To be, my identity, with vulnerability and shame.
To understand, hidden weaknesses will never leave you.
Emotions leave you empty and cold when restrained.
Too many lost chances, too many disappointments.
Too long living sheltered, pretending to be free.
It feels time to die and murder insecurity.
To live again, opening as wide as I can be.