[poetry] a little piece from the heart

a letter to 17-year-old self

to the 17-year-old self
you would be honoured seeing
how this so called kid had grown now

to seek to being the favored child
to hold back the tears whilst on the payphone
you don't do that any longer

you're still
sobbing while cuddled up among the pillows
loving your longtime favourite singer
being content upon seeing flowers
luckily you also received some

yet I'm here to beg for acceptance
for the present changes
your grandiose dream shattered
your favourite person is no longer brought up
you hardly longer care about Mini Coopers
as you brag during your senior year

I still love you though
along with hope that you would hear
every kind word during such circumstances
I'm eternally thankful you made it through