In the darkest recess of my muddled mind
lives the memory of the girl I was once upon a time.
She kept to herself, appeared to be strong,
but deep inside she thought she was all wrong.
I wish I could take that young me by the hand,
give her a hug and tell her ‘you can’!
Say ‘You don’t always have to be strong and the best,
you are good enough, and you deserve respect!’
‘Don’t ever sell yourself at a bargain price,
and please remember that you do look nice!’
‘But most of all, dear me: don’t hate yourself!
The others don’t all hate you, it’s not all a hell!’
‘Try to find that will, the will to live and breathe
and don’t let your desire for approval take the lead.
Make yourself a priority, focus on what you need,
don’t let yourself be hemmed in, you deserve to run free!’
Oh, sweet, young and oh so very, very insecure me,
if we had known all this back then, then just maybe,
today I would have been just one small step closer
to not always having to fight the thought that I’m a loser.
There’s a new prompt site over at Pooky’s Poems and today we were asked to give our teenaged selves a piece of advice. I’m sure I’ve touched on these issues plenty before, so please remember that not everything you read in a poem is real, though some things sort of are.