Dear younger me,
Dear younger self, sorry that you need to be this melancholic,
From strawberry juice to alcoholic,
I've been through a lot to protect your image,
But, fate had burned your page.
From your favorite peach dress and red skirts,
Down to ripped jeans and black shirts,
From your simple and innocent preferences,
Up to the massive changes and huge differences.
I tried to kept you in a jar of safety,
But, society broke your home that easy,
I picked the broken glass piece by piece,
But, I failed to give you protection and peace.
Forgive me, that crying became my routine,
Forgive me, that I needed to wound my skin,
I'm sorry, that I hurt you so much,
I'm sorry, that my young you and me now, doesn't match.
Do you hear me when, I cry?
Will you get mad, if I wish to die?
Dear young me, I'm trying to be like you again,
In fact, I started to ignore narcissist men.
Long ago, I thought about changing you,
Because they said, it's better if everything's brand new,
I'm sorry, that I watched your shadow at the border,
I'm sorry, that I forgot to offer my shoulder.
I'm sorry that you pleaded on bended knees,
I'm sorry for I thought you're really feeling the bliss,
Dear my younger self, you're now secured,
I will never again let you be injured.
This poem is dedicated to: UntitledRomance
