These days

I’m realizing that

The people I look up to and admire

Are more often younger than me

Than I used to find

There were always others

Outliers that hit stardom young

And I thought that I would be one

But I’m getting older

And older

It’s hard not to realize

That they’re two years younger

And a hundred and fifty years more successful

But who’s keeping time?

Part of me worries that

This feeling will never go away

Not even at the very end

When I am an old woman

The oldest person left on earth

And all people

And all of their achievements

Continue to make me feel small

I worry that this pain will keep going forever

But I wonder,

Will this pain remain the same

As the years go by?

Or will it get worse

And worse?

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Victoria Lane is a graduating senior at Lindenwood, completing her degree with majors in Game Design, Digital and Web Design, and Art History. She plans to continue her education through Lindenwood’s Writing MFA, where she intends to write more original fiction and poetry. She loves to read comic books, collect action figures, watch films, play video games, make art, and yes, write. 

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