Eighteen
Thinking a lot about the age 18 lately (being as nostalgic as one could possibly be sometimes), I dug up something I wrote back then.When I Learn
why am i so hard on myself
many negative thoughts repeatedly swirl in my head
if only i could just let things be
i know i'm not like others
it's no one's fault but my own
i let so many take precedence over me
i tolerate so much more than i should
keeping the hurt and pain all inside
what is within me only i can see
we each have to be what we really are
situations arise and i react in ways that make only me hurt
afterwards, i feel so lame, a more selfish person i should learn to be
but, i wouldn't feel right
so, i only cry on the inside
that's all i know, i have to live with that part of me
so many times i get ran over
there's no room to complain of my own spinelessness
all i can do is learn, and someday the others too will see
Retyping those words was weird. I'm kind of sad for that girl.
