To My Past Self
Oh, dear girl
How you will grow up into a strong woman
Who doesn’t know the definition of the word “fake”
You grew a bit too fast
But you will not regret not one mistake you make
You’re going to cry
Silent and suffocating tears
You’ll feel pain that has been felt for millions upon millions of years
Heartbreaks
Headaches
But your tears are bricks
And they will build a house that no one can ever buy
People will play with you like a doll
You’ll wonder why you have a heart or mind at all
But from trying to take you away
You’ll find every reason there is to stay
They’ll yell at you
Call you horrible things
It scares you now
But when you get to my age
You’ll be honored
Your breast will swell with pride
That they can’t chip away at who you are
They can’t mold you into what they desire
Because who can touch fire?
Dear girl, life is your favorite white car
It’s yours and yours only to ride