Always putting others before myself, I don't know why, it's just something I do too much and too often
Maybe I am enough, just the way I am, if I look a little deeper than just what others say they see
Everywhere all at once, my brain trying to grasp for a foothold, but life is fast, rushing by like the wind
Lonely in a crowd of smiling faces, longing for a hand to hold, a heart to keep safe in this scary world
I know I can do this, I have done it before, just this time I'm doing it alone, my hand just holding air
Almost done with being a child and yet so far away from feeling like an adult
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.