Looking in the mirror gets stranger and stranger each day.
You remember 18 like it was nothing and then one day you turn around, and you’re old.
You’re still sad, and insecure.. but now you’re just old too.
You wonder if it ever gets easier.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
You look in the mirror at 26 and wonder what happened.
Where did it go? Why didn’t you change it, or fix yourself?
You said you would be better by this age. And now you’re just old.. and too late to take any of it back, or right those wrongs.
You’re still sad, you know?
You’re still imperfect.
Are you always just going to be sad and imperfect and insecure?
You should have it all figured out by now, and you don’t.