It feels strange,
To see photos of me as a kid
With messy hair and mix-match clothes,
Not a care in the world
with that toothy grin.
Oh, how I wish I could go back
Back in time and do it once more.
Because now
my days are in front of a mirror.
Hair perfect, make-up on, matching clothes,
and a smile that seems foreign to me.
I do it to please the people around me,
Little me would hate how we become,
I know she would.
Because I do.
Oh, what I would do
To stop her from becoming me.
-Faith
YOU ARE READING
Sweet & Sour (poetry book)
PoetrySome poems that I whipped up in my head, some long, some short, some sweet and some sour. read and feel with me.
