Hey, it's me.
I'm sorry.
It might be too late for these three tiny words, but believe each one of them bears the weight of my sincere feelings.
I'm sorry.
If I could do it again I'd changed everything.
I'm sorry.
I messed up and I didn't see it.
I'm sorry for not being aware of how you could have felt in these moments.
I'm sorry for not remembering everything.
I'm sorry for being someone who hurt you.
I'm sorry for being the girl I was.
I'm sorry for being just a kid.
But look at me,
I'm changing.
Look at me,
I'm growing.
If you would just look at me and see that I have nothing to do with the person I once was.
Now here I am, standing in front of you and making amends.
Now here I am, nineteen years of age, learning and maturing.
Look at me, and see that I'm trying everyday to become someone you'd be proud of.
Look at me and stop pushing me away based on the me you knew before.
Look at me and stop seeing the kid I used to be.
Look up and realize you weren't the only one to be hurt.
Sincerely,
Me
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Out of My Mind
PoetryOut Of My Mind poems and one-shots in English and French. Out of My Mind, des poèmes et autres textes en Français et en Anglais tout droit sortis de mon imaginaire.