.FOR REAL.

This girl isnt looking back, only what's infront.
Forward, not behind. Easy to say, hard to climb the mount.
One step, next step. One infront of another one.
What I write is what I beleive, this little sum.
She taught me well, taught me to live.
I always feel like letting go. Like I have nothing else to give.
Missing that feeling, that feeling I used to feel.
Getting closser with these friends. Friendships as tough as steel.
Will letting go help find me?
Will finding me make this girl free?
Failure will come at times.
Success will quickly follow. Different feelings, all different kinds.
School is long seeing those faces.
Wishing for the moment when im home with different cases.
One year away from being finished this long game.
These faces will be remembered but this girl will always stay the same.
So many things to complete before im off.
Losing/Gaining/Finishing/Starting never forget these memories, so soft.
As I grow older I remember what she taught me.
My time will come people will soon realize this she.
Standing out, stanting tall, life is passing soon.
Im going to be that butterfly comming out of her cacoon.
The first step is hard but me i'll always be.
She, Her, The, Me...Dixie.