regress

and life begins to grow and there's so much more i hold
the response i give to responsibility is nothing less of immaturity
now's the time for my life to begin only to show signs regression
hypercritical statements remarks in my eyes of hatred
belong to myself to be alone and ill make better to be my own
comes to an end this nineteenth year and i must take on growing up that i fear
the actions i've taken can only lead, and this is why forever ill be
taking strides forward, and escaping my horror.