Dear Me

I have to write to my 9 year old self, the year that made me sane and I hate it to this day. I went from a loved evil person, to a creepy alone person.

Dear DC,

Don't hurt yourself trying
Alone is where you're at
Let them call you Devil's Child
Your friends have your back

In a few years,
Your confidence is gone
All that you've lost can never be won
Your gang man style turns into a pitiful poet
A voic that'll be left unspoken
And you're not even good at it

That free as the birds
Your going to hate yourself
Don't listen to the words

"I know you have potential"
Leave that teacher be
Remember,
She's the one that made me,
Me.

With the regret of a thousand years,
                                                                Unknown Emo