My younger self🍋‍🟩POEM

 hate the child I used to be, The little girl who couldn't see How much she'd grow to despise herself, How she'd wish to be somebody else. I hate the things I used to say, The way I acted, the games I'd play. I wish I could go back in time, And tell that little girl she'll be just fine. But then there's me, the person today, Still making mistakes in the same old ways. I thought that growing up meant I'd be free, But somehow, I'm still disappointed in me. I don't feel older, just more aware, Of every mistake and every nightmare. Everyone says that I'll understand, But I'm still a child without a plan. I watch the years keep passing by, And wonder why I never feel right inside. People keep telling me, "You'll grow someday, but what if I never change I miss who I was, but I hate her too.i hate who I am, and what I've been through. I want to grow, but I'm scared of the cost, Like growing up means losing what's already lost. And there's something so cruel about being young, When you feel like your childhood is already done. You're too old to be treated like a little kid, But too young to understand the world you're living in. I wish I could love every version of me, The child I was and the one I might be. But I'm caught in between who I am and was, Trying to become someone I'm not ashamed of. Maybe growing up isn't becoming someone new. Maybe it's learning to forgive the child Who was only doing what she knew. And maybe, one day, I won't look back with hatred. Maybe I'll look back and wish

I had been a little kinder to her. 🥀