Dear younger me,
The person i am now?
you would be so ashamed.
A shell of a person,
a burnt out flame.
Wasted potential,
unfinished poems.
Crushed dreams,
a broken home.
A fallen flower,
a disturbed mind.
To myself,
I am so unkind.
Dear younger me,
you would be so ashamed.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
Dear younger me,
The person i am now?
you would be so ashamed.
A shell of a person,
a burnt out flame.
Wasted potential,
unfinished poems.
Crushed dreams,
a broken home.
A fallen flower,
a disturbed mind.
To myself,
I am so unkind.
Dear younger me,
you would be so ashamed.
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