• They tell you it's just a phase
    Something you'll grow out of
    At least when you're young,
    or when they think they know better then it turns into
    “That's not good for you,
    I'm just trying to help you'll see”
    Not realizing that every living being is different.
    But I guess that's what I am
    A phase to fall into
    Whether it be a day, a month, a year
    And then you will either realize what you're doing,
    shake yourself off and walk away
    Or realize they're right-

    I'm toxic
    I'm waste
    I'm something that won't matter in a year
    Forgettable
    Waste of space
    Just
    Another
    Face

    And that's how phases start out
    In the middle of a crowd you've picked them out
    The junkie in their faded denim jacket
    Or the college startup in their cardigan and blouse
    The smoker
    The clown
    And maybe it's that you wish you were more like them
    Or could be 'Part of their world'
    So you emulate them
    Pick up that pack
    Buy those shoes
    Dye your hair
    But it doesn't change you
    Underneath you're still the same insecure child who never knew that 'it's just a phase'
    Was society's way of trying to reverse psychonalyze you into choosing their path.
    And maybe eventually you do outgrow it. And maybe you never should have.

    But that was it.
    I was just another face in the crowd.
    you picked me out and tried me on
    Took me for a spin
    And by the time my world stood still,
    like everyone else-
    You were gone.