People accuse me of things I would never do.
Accuse me of people I will never be.
Say I will never grow out of who I once was.
That I will always be my past self.
I will always walk through life trying to get away.
Trying to get away from the person that I used to be.
Trying to escape from the dark points in my past.
Trying to grow through the cracks of my life.
My past self will always catch up to me.
I will revert to my introverted past and get stuck.
Stuck in a persona that I trued to kill long ago.
A persona that I don’t want to see the light of day.
In my past I would just give up.
I would give up the things I love.
Give up the thing I most love doing.
Being myself.
So in the end I would still try to run away.
Run away from my past.
Always keep going and never quitting.
Growing through the cracks.