To My Missing Self

To my missing self,

I am still waiting.

When I was a kid, I felt like an adult.

More than average,

were the cares

I couldn't share.

More than age,

I felt the gap

from my friends.

Adulting now -

I still feel like the same child I was.

It is very confusing but heartbreaking at the same time.

My chest physically hurts, and

more than overwhelming,

it feels consuming.

So much pain,

so much baggage.

I have still,

a lot to put down,

a lot to put off,

and a lot to put away.

Before i meet myself again,

at the other side of the chasm.

- Finding My Missing Self