I do not miss my misspent youth
Sputtering through shyness
Too insecure to form meaningful relationships
Lost in a sea of raging hormones
Shipwrecked by depression
Witnessing the world from behind a one-way mirror
I reflected others back onto themselves
Too scared to disapprove or move
I worked hard but didn’t live up to my potential
Treatment from others was less than preferential
I embodied a human doormat
I don’t miss feeling like it is the first day of school every day of school
I was wild and a fool
Falling into a serial monogamy with narcissists
Not seeing my own contribution to the ill romances which pushed me beyond the end of my rope
Like my partners, I felt special, though I didn’t express it outwardly
All along, sacrificing my ego could have liberated me
Realizing that I am just like everybody else- just as complex, and as simple
These lessons I learn still
The struggle of my youth was worth it to gain a bit of wisdom
