Dear the future me,
I don't know what is to come.
It doesn't bother me at all.
For the present is here and now.
I have changed so much over the years.
Evolving into what I am yet to become.
My final form currently unknown.
Future me,
in a couple of years.
I'm going to be you,
and you will be me.
Don't waste a second on hatred.
Only focus on making your life better.
Cause it's the only one you have.
You don't want to mess it up.
If we made this far,
then there's nothing we can't face.
I had to battle demons in my head.
Even thought of ending my life.
But It didn't happen,
and now I'm doing better.
I'm so happy,
I made it out with my shadow intact.
No one cares for what they can't see.
Until it happens to them.
We learned that ironically.
Bruises and scars become glorified.
While tears and spilling emotions,
are misunderstood.
It's kind of sad.
I don't know if I'll read this.
I might mostly burn all of my letters from this point.
But I was never one for journals.
Couldn't explain my emotions.
So I decided to let them drown instead.
But not anymore,
I let them bubble up to the surface.
I know they are not curses,
but a part of me.
I hope as I slowly become you.
That I'm not blinded by everything.
Can't wait to be,
and finally love you.
Sincerely, the person who finally feels.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is book of poetry of letters for all those people who influenced me to learn that I was apart of lgbt community or even just helped me learned more about myself. Although I never got the chance to say thank you. This is for the #unlimitedpride...
