Poem To My Younger Self
Girl
You’re so young
So bubbly and happy
Your blind-eyed enthusiasm
Is almost sickening

Girl
You think your infallible
Even though you say that you don’t
The truth is, one day you’re gonna tumble
It’ll really hurt

Girl
I know what your reaction is to that
Laughing and shaking your head,
You pretend to agree
So I get off your back

Girl
Your pride is part of your downfall
But at the same time, is absent when it’s needed most
I’d like to tell you that you not arrogant
But the fact is, you sometimes are

Girl
You’re too picky
You’re choosy when all that’s in font of you
Is a bowl-full of salad and some green goop
Rather than the fully stocked buffet

Girl
You ain’t perfect
But neither am I
Remember this:
Every crooked pot has a crooked lid