When I was young I looked at people kissing
And unlike other kids I made a face
Not a face of longing
But rather of disgrace
When I was young money didn't matter
I kept it in a piggy bank
And one day when the pig was full
Id watch that poor pig break
When I was young I helped my friends
But not with things like math
I helped them solve their problems
Before problem's aftermath
When I was young I thought there was no limits
There was no such thing shutting gates
But now I see locked iron bars
And increasing living rates
When I was young I saw such beauty
Lots of Bright colors and rose buds
But now I see wilting flowers
And the only color is the red of blood

Now I long for boyfriends
Now I long for wealth
Now I don't help anybody
I can't even help myself

Now I see my body
I look like I'm a mess
But I think of little me
Saying "Oo I love your dress"

And as I put on make up
And can't seem to put on enough
I think of mini me saying
"You look better with it off"

Little me would like my body
She'd say it's perfect size
She'd even like my frizzy hair
And my tear stained eyes

And when bad things happened
And I couldn't help but cry
I picture her holding my hand
And sitting at my side

She'd tell me that I'm enough
She'd tell me that I matter
She'd tell me to follow my dreams
And to never let them shatter
She'd tell me to ignore icky boys
Because boys were just gross
She'd tell me that even if I loved them
I should love myself most

And I tend to remember
That I forced little me to leave
But I always seem to forget
That she's still part of me