I can talk the talk, but I can't walk the walk

I'm constantly fighting of who I was and who I am now.

Believe me, two polar opposites.

I used to do things I say and now I'm a frightened little girl.

Pathetic right?

I just am not sure of who is winning this fight.

Or maybe the new me wins the fight but not the battle.

Or even the war.

What if all this changing was laid to waste.

All the time wasted and spent. And utterly gone.

There is no rewind and no fast forward. Things move at a semi constant speed.

Letters fly out on a million miles a minute.

Dancing across the world.

But time nor pleading can stop them.

They've already reached the beholder.

Will things change or will they remain the same.

Is it too late to change the path?