grown

sometimes i stumble upon a relic of my past
and im knocked to the ground.
it can be anything. a sticker, a thought, a song, a movie, anything.
ill sit there and think of me then.
and compare it to me now.
i dont think ive changed much.
ive grown bitter.
ive grown restless.
ive grown hopeless.
ive grown disgusted.
ive grown up.

but thats what i think
i guess ive lost qualities in myself that i used to find myself.
i used to be..
nice.

do we ever really grow up?
or are do we actually grow tired..
tired of what made us, happy.



again if im upset it does not matter.
its stupid and irrelevant and cannot compare to my mistakes.
whatever