The Beginning

Every night, I often reflect on myself

I reflect on the influence I have on others, and what kind of future I might be faced with

And what kind of person I have made myself

I often think that I shouldn't feel worried, and that I should never stop believing

What kind of person would I become? What kind of person will I become?

All of these questions, and yet, still no answers

And as I grow older, I need to remember the people who molded me

The ones who got me to where I am, the ones who helped me every step of the way

Because if I forget the ones that I care about, anyone who has had any influence on my life

Does that even really make me human?