THE POETRY ARCHIVE

LOOKING BACK

I look back in time,

To meet someone important.

I see a little girl,

With beady green eyes,

And short,

Brown hair.

I think about her alot...

I think about her,

And then,

I think about myself.

We are similar,

But oh...

So different.

Poor girl has yet,

To explore,

The world,

As a whole.

Those people considered;

Friends,

Family,

Acquaintances,

Enemies.

She's had plenty of experience with the last one...

But how?

She's so young...

Well...

I know her biggest enemy,

It's me.

I hate her;

I hate her optimism,

I hate her kindness,

I hate her ability to forgive,

So easily.

I hate how stupid she is,

Idiot.

But...

She's still a kid.

I AM TOO.

But I'm closer,

To becoming an adult.

Rather than being close,

To... her.

"I HATE HER!"

Me too.

I hate her.

I hate that,

I am,

Her.

I hate,

Me.