Past it

Time to move on
This town served it's purpose
But I've taken all I can from it
And now it's suffocating
The same bars
The same girls
I'm beyond it now
I can feel myself changing, growing
And there's no more room left for me here
When I turned 18 my father said, "Now, son your a man"
But I was too unsure of myself, too scared to claim that title with any honesty
Now I stand upright
I look in the mirror and know all the ins and outs of the person looking back at me
I don't shy away from my reflection
Everyday I take what a want
And say yes to my nature
That is a man.