I wonder if those
Traits,
Those mistakes,
And late nights
Where I didn't want
To sleep
Were buried beneath
My nerves
All this time.
I can't control which
Chromosomes fate
Gave me, or
Which genes wound themselves
Together.
But, will I, too,
Grow up to be
A minuscule
Point on
No ones radar?
Will I grow up
To disappoint and
Stay in the same
Spot until all the
Breath
Just decides
To leave
My lungs?
