You’ll Grow Into It.

My personality doesn’t fit, it’s baggy and it drags,

Loose in some places, in others tight until I gag, 

I can’t get used to the way it feels, You all said I’d grow into it,

I’ve now had so many meals, You all must be talking shit,

Because I’m bigger now and older too, I look like a different man,

But inside the same doubting soul wonders who I are and what I am?