Past Self


Self conscious, insecure, the feeling of “I can’t do this anymore”
This was the girl I used to me.
This girl that I was choosing to be.
I try not to be that girl anymore
But at times I feel like I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror.
I get these flashes of anger,
I get these flashes of fear,
I cry and cry over my lost soul.
The soul that I can never get back.
I cry over the little girl that laughed for no reason.
The bubbly little girl that cameras couldn’t quite capture.
But every once in a while,
I find myself smiling because I know.
I know things will get better in time.
And I know that everything will be alright.


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