Dear Little Me

I am not who you expected me to be

I was never popular, I stayed in my room; I stay in my room

Little Hermione, I barely passed high school by your standards

The graduation cap put a veil of darkness over me

Years of never feeling good enough, of feeling guilty

Because my parents pay for me and I am stuck

In a mind-warping revolving door of paralytic stagnancy

I can’t move forward and you were the fastest

So I will keep you as a memory but let you know

I am not who you expected me to be

I was never popular, but I have one amazing best friend

I didn’t graduate with honors, but I passed and I will not dwell

These past years, I have found my own light in the darkness

I still feel doubts about my worth and what I deserve

But those are growing pains, little one, I will grow past them

Maybe not as fast as you wished, but a lesson you will soon learn

Is that everything worthwhile takes time so I have begun slowly

I am not who you expected me to be

I am, in some ways, worse

But in many more ways, better