Skinny arms,

Freckled skin,

Still buried by the clothes I’m in,

Still looking younger than my years,

Still selectively hearing ears,

Am I changing,


Still sweet,

But not naive,

I see in shades of grey nuance,

Still loving,

But know the world sometimes does not,

Still hopeful,

In a world hope forgot,

Not a chameleon,

But those blue eyes

Have seen a lot,

Steadily growing,

Stealthily changing.