Younger me
I want to be like younger me
Always kind and selfless, but so very shy
Stuck in my own little bubble of self doubt
But that raging current of thoughts was never tainted
Always worried about what I could do for others
But
Always pushed down by my brothers
Even alone, I was kind
My mother told me to grow tougher skin
I cried so much those days
Funny, now
Through the thick sleet I persevered
I'm sad now to learn that I've grown thicker skin
Maybe that's truly what it takes to survive in the world
But
I miss younger me
As we grow old we loose our kindness
Our love and dreams
I want the same kindness younger me had
Maybe because I'm self aware and older now, but I feel as though I lost something by growing up
I want to be younger me again
Even lonely, I want the ability to be kind and naive
I want to trust and love so deeply again
I want to see myself as I was before
I want to witness and relive the moments I thought to be so painful
I want to be me again
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
