This group seems interesting, and I thought I'd try it out.
I'll try to comment on others', but I'm not completely sure I know what I'm doing...
Right, a poem then?
Development of an Identity
A dozen steps in
and I regret taking off my shoes.
You'll see me
when you
are ready
(and not a moment
made to seem sooner,
or sweeter, by elevator music).
What happened to the days
when we could sit back
and laugh at ourselves,
sipping iced something
and not worrying about
someone's "extra incentive"?
Now you're too sharp
for the world to get a hold of,
and you expect me
to recognize irritatingly
painful spots of naivety
with you?
I wouldn't ask, anymore,
but you don't expect questions.
You want answers, facts,
and self-relying
truths that keep appearing
from I don't know where.
So, I'll just slip out now
if you think
you can usher me under your wing
as if you were more
than eight months older than me.
I think it's safer to say, no,
you may not see me
into my future;
I'll go at it
without your help, thanks.