21

Twenty-one,

Another chance. 

Heck, I was given millions of chances,

Chances to redeem myself,

Second chances to life, or was it my third or fourth?

Maybe one thousand so far. 

What chance, you ask?

Guilt on days I feel like crossing the road without looking to my side,

Reflexes on days I can die when my head floats around the globe. 

On days where I hated someone that I rather be dead than to face them. 

But was it worth the anger and pain for someone useless.

I'm twenty-one today,

Although I hate almost everyone in this world but there are still few people I'm thankful for.

 Someone who calls me, distracting me.  

Someone who drove me all around the city just to drive me to buy smoothie. 

I'm twenty-one now,

I know more about myself,

 bits and pieces of me.

I'm accepting myself,

I'm making progress of myself.

Finally, I am twenty- one,

I hate growing old,

But I have my own opinion now

I have my own stance and beliefs. 

I'm twenty-one

 and I'm trying.