How I Have Grown

I am on the fence

between two worlds

trapped within the space among

the old and new.

I came to you

young and innocent

unable to form

what I wanted to be.

Your words were like

a beacon that I held

as my gospel and truth

of what I should become.

Over the years

I have changed

come into my own

carved a way

among the rumble.

Learned to distinguish

what were lies

came to recognize

your subtle manipulations

and tricks of thought.

What I see

is how low you are

the lengths you will go

forcing others to mold your path.

Though I still want to believe

we are now so far apart

I am no longer 24

a child for you to hold.

The years have breed

a false sense of loyalty

the impression that change

is but a lost hope.

Yet truth remains

that the respect I once had

is but a forgotten dream

blown away over time

unrecognizable to me.

Like the seeds

of a dandelion

I will soon leave

with the wind

onto the place I belong

a world of my own.