To My Younger Self
Dear My Younger Self
I see you sitting there on the bench at school, it’s lonely.
You’re 10 years old and you’re wondering what you ever did
wrong to make people not speak to you. Sure you’re not loud,
daring or confident, but you are kind. You wouldn’t know the
first thing about being nasty, but they do, they know how to
be nasty. They get to you don’t they? But yet you deny it. You
tell no one so it never becomes real.
There you are, upset this time, sitting on the same bench.
This time they made fun of your hair and decided that you
were too embarrassing to play with. You’re crying, yet no one
comes over, ‘you’re a baby’ they say, they don’t know do
they? That words hurt. But most of all, they hurt more when
your parents are getting a divorce. It’s why you’re crying,
why you feel like your life is the worst and that it will never
But it will get better. Your confidence will flourish and all
these problems will iron out.
Those girls calling you names? They have nothing better to
do and you are the real diamond in all of this. Shine on, be
yourself and just know this: life throws curveballs at us all,
you’ve just got to learn how to dodge them.
Your older self