Being in your twenties means constantly going through changes. Physically and emotionally. There is always a war in my mind.

I have realized that being at this age, or just being young in general, means constantly wanting something new. Something else. There is hardly any satisfaction or rest. The strangest part is that I want to be content. I want to be okay with what is going on in my life, who I am, and what I look like. However, there still seems to be constant movement in every way.

This movement creates confusion. It creates this idea that we should always want a piece of something new. Everywhere we go. We are trying to change all the things that we simply cannot change. The constant struggle to settle and breathe.

There is the good change and there is the bad change. There is change we can be happy with and change we just can't live with. I wrote this poem to illustrate the battle I create for myself. The unnecessary edits I am constantly creating in my head.

Changing

what I want to be

what I want to see in the mirror

drawing

embellishing what is already there

a constant edit

Back and forth

some days I am satisfied

and some days I am bothered

there is no in between

Changing

my mind and what I think

my opinions

my outlook on this world

constantly confused some days

crystal clear on others

there is no in between

Learning

something new every day

the newness helps me grow

helps me understand

helps me see

And sometimes it is okay

to change what I want to be

what I want to see

but I want to see something good

always

I want my mind to be happy

I want to stop erasing what is already there

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