Growing Up

Memories chase me down never-ending halls;
There's broken glass in my feet as I run,
And shattered mirrors on the walls.
I turn to look at myself,
But only to find a broken face,
And soon I was to realize where I was --
the dance studio I adored as a child. . .
where I longed to dance ballet.

Growing up, I've always reached for the stars
In a world where dreams seem to falter
Growing up, I always thought I knew what was and is to come.

Growing up, I have become cold
Cold against my past that has shaped me
It's so chilling to think that
sometimes I have to swallow down some pride
sometimes I can't shatter to pieces
That sometimes I have to say sorry
and that growing up people don't always say sorry back.

I have so many possibilies ahead of me
I can't seem to get that through my head
Growing up, I've limped down this hall of closed doors instead.

It's amazing how much things can change,
But they'll never change who I really am;
I am the shining star that's too far for you to see
A heart disguised as iron but tender to the touch
The sweet dessert that's too rich for your taste
The girl with arms wide open while you channel your disgust.

Growing up, I have always been the "people pleaser"
In a world where people are too greedy to please.
Growing up, I have always been different than others
In all the right ways, but they treat me like disease.

I shine color spectra you cannot see,
But believe me, it's beautiful.
And there's one specific person who really knows. . .
He's like my christmas miracle. . .
The gift that never fails to make me smile
even when the past makes me cringe a bit
The one who dries all my tears and reminds me with a kiss. . .

That I am the shining star that's too far for you to see
The girl that won't ever give up on all her dreams
The one so complex that you cannot relate
A girl of talent, passion, and faith
Someone who'd give the shirt off her back
The one whose identity you can't just find on the racks
I am the one with the million dollar eyes
Growing up, I thought it was all lies.

Growing up, I have become cold
Cold against my past that has shaped me
It's so chilling to think that
sometimes I have to swallow down some pride
sometimes I can't shatter to pieces
That sometimes I have to say sorry
and that growing up, people don't always say sorry back.

It really hurts that you haven't seen me for who I am,
But I guess that's just part of growing up. . .