To former me, From starry eyed idealist To hardened cynic - I corrupted you. I turned you into what I am And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t meet your expectations; Somehow it hurts the worst To let you down.
To former me, The plan you made was perfect Until I took it And turned it to ****. I’m sorry I failed you. You had such big dreams- But failure is much more terrifying now. I’m sorry things changed, And I wish I could tell you That I’m happy.
To former me, I’m sorry I left you behind. The me that is writing this Is new and foreign to you. Sometimes I think you’d be glad, You’d love my confidence, my creativity, My theories, and my style, But at this very moment, At this. Exact. Moment. I think you’d hate me