Sometimes I wonder what my younger self would think
If he could see me now
The sum of all the actions he has and has yet to make
I know he wouldn't be proud
That kid had hopes
That kid had dreams
And I crushed them
That kid would yell and scream at me
"How could you!?"
"You did everything we said we wouldn't!"
"What happened to what we wanted to be?
And that kid would be valid in his anger
That kid would plead with me to keep trying
To keep fighting
To try and change
But that kid is ignorant
That kid is dumb
That kid is in denial
That kid needs a reality check
There is no changing
You can't change what you are
And I am Pathetic
I am Lazy
I am Manipulative
I am a Liar
I am Worthless
And I would tell that kid I'm sorry
And he would cry
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Late Night Overthinking
PoetryA collective of poems I've written, generally late at night, to help organize my thoughts and just generally cope with things in life.
