Yearning

I'm just a girl at a party.

Surrounded by people, but feeling lonely.

Like a cliche.

Yearning for who I was a few years ago.

A girl a little less afraid, a little less anxious.

Age hadn't had the time yet to make me scared.

Experience hadn't crippled me, some days.

I had no idea that the patterns formed from habits picked up based on things that happened to me were learned, that they were going to be

hard to

break.

I had time to figure things out,

time to try new hats on to see who I would become, and if I would like it.

I might still have time, but my whole person is formed now. For better or for worse.

This is me, at the party, overthinking.