A letter to My Older Self
Its not that simple to say.. these days I dont recognize me, these shoes & the apron that I wear these places & the patrons that I see It's not easy to know.. Im not anything that I used to be, although It is true... I never was the tension's sweet center I still remember that boy... He was Imperfect, but he tried He was good, but he lied He was hard on himself He was brokenbut he dont ask for help He was messy, but was kind He was lonely most of the time He was hurt, but learnt to toughen up He was all of these mixed up, and was made into a beautiful pie. he is gone, but he used to be mine.... and now Ive got you..... If Im honest, I will give it all back, for a chance to be you & rewrite an ending