Poetry Compilation

Dear Me

Dear me,

It's you

The littler, more innocent you

How am I?

What's changed?

How did I do on that test?

Did I get into that school?

Did they ever give me a rest?

Is my hair still short

Am I still tall?

How was college?

Has anything changed at all?

Do I have my own car?

Did I move very far?

Did I ever get around to learning guitar?

Do I have the same friends?

Did all of that end?

The idea I'm your past is hard to comprehend

I'm sorry

I'll cut the crap

I know we don't care about test grades or cars

About the length of my hair or my skills in guitar

I'm just nervous to learn

of what you will say

to the questions, I ask myself every day

How are my friends?

I know some drifted away

but what about those who decided to stay

do we smile and laugh

like we do now

about the reasons, our lives make it hard not to frown?

How are my dreams

are the nearly fulfilled?

Or do they lay dead and forgotten 

under a desk job's paper-hill

How am I?

Am I successful or happy?

Did I let myself listen to 

taunting or jeering

or did I hold my head high not even hearing

On my graduation day

was I eager to go

Or was I dreading the days of living alone

What about that voice in my head

the one that said no

that stopped me from trying and made me go home

That told me

"Don't bother"

"There's no point in trying"

Did I ever convince myself that it was lying?

Did I ever learn how 

to say

"what the hell"

or do I still hide in my unbarred homemade prison cell

In a couple of years please write back quickly

 Because despite all my questions I know one thing true

We both hate not knowing

Sincerely,

You