Trembling on the floor; in which you cannot reminisce upon things that hurt

You find yourself having nightmares about things you pushed behind that locked door

But they surface and you drown

Attempting for apathy but such dispositions never work

You’ve found that throughout the years you grow and learn

But you also know that you’re still just a child and you’re not yet worldly

Because you’re the biggest star in your own sky

The messiah, the advocate, the devil wrapped up in the form of a college student

And as you write papers and gain knowledge and feel like your retaining

Your really not

And you’re still scared that maybe this future isn’t as easy as you make it to be in your mind

But the future hasn’t been determined yet

And you’ll grasp at those you hold dear

Because all those trials, says that band you listen to in your itunes,

It just makes us who we are.