I feel

I feel young,

But the lines

On my face

Say different.

When you look

At me

 I feel 

20 again.

At times

I study

My face

And

I feel

So afraid

That my outside

Will

Match 

My inside

And

 I will be

Old.

Why must 

We 

Get

Old?

I feel,

I am scared,

Time is 

Precious.

And

So is

The way 

You look

At me.

I feel 

Alive.

But if 

You

Saw my

Reflection,

You would see.

See that

I look old,

But I feel

Like I am flying.