Shifting The little things that kept me going. Now seem to be slipping. Things are shifting. I keep trying to change with them, but I cannot even comprehend the changes. Every thing is advancing everyone is shifting. Except for me. I'm the same undiluted. Unknowing how to change or even how to begin. On the outside looking in. Fighting my way throw the crowd. Trying to figure out what I'm fighting for. Wanting the answers to my questions yet too afraid to even ask. Not even knowing what to ask. Every ting is shifting like I said before and shall say again. Why am I the only person standing still? Why must I alone stay unchanged? While wanting to shift to change. Getting aggravated at my inability to shift. Hoping that the inability doesn’t cause me to lose my friends. Because I know I'm holding them back were they can go further. Though I do learn from them. I learn what is shifting. I learn the question I must ask. But still I am afraid. Afraid to even ask. One day I shall then I'll be at ease at last. By Jessica M. (stupidgurlbb) originally written 11/3/03