Maybe it’s hard to be not a kid,
And despite everything I did,
To grow up and become my age,
It leaves a mark like a hint of sage,
I can’t go back to what I was then,
Even if it was safe when ,
I was young and carefree,
I just wanna find the real me,
The real me between the new and the old,
The past and the now turns cold,
When I try to preserve both parts of me,
When I try to connect the two , I can see ,
The before and after me,
The connection of the two I can’t see,
Can the two me’s unite,
Or is one a weakness like kryptonite
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