Fifth Grade

It is scary to look into the past
But to look forward
It seems to fast
I was quiet and concerned
Your faith in my unearned
Could not see what i had become
Thoughts cause fear?
Just some
Can not comprehend what I feel
I am just an image of paint to peel
My moods ever changing
My personality slightly swaying
Do not care what the future hold
Do not dare ignore the one who scolds
Quiet trapped in a box
But show myself as sly as a fox
Someone explain what's going on
Reality is as undecided as an emotional ping-pong
My heart made of steel?
No because my pain is just too real
Out of body experiences?
Everyday, only caught by tragic interferences
It is scary to look into the past
But look forward
It seems too fast
I was quiet and concerned
The change in me has not occurred