As I walk down the street, preparing to meet my future.

So I've gotten older. Not much has changed. i've gotten more humble. I've realized I fucked up a lot. Made some mistakes. But I guess that's the difference of me being older: I now know how to become a better person. What it takes to grow. There's more to it than simply living and therefore you grow. It's humility. I have a long way to go, and I will never get there. But am constantly achieving. I request and require patience. I demand respect and love. I'm sensitive and emotional and do not have all the answers. I need attention but don't know how to ask for it. I have a strong opinion but am often afraid of being heard. Today I know that I matter. I believe that I am worthy. But tomorrow, there's a good chance I'll have doubts. Strength in numbers? Strength in admitting. Admitting is acceptance. Acceptance is painful. Poetry is truth. I get timid and afraid when people read my poetry. But I know it usually makes them smile. I am currently walking forward.