A letter to my fifteen-year-old self
15 years from now
It won’t matter
That no one knew your
name,
That you were that kid.
The one that was
overweight
With braces and thin
skin.
16 years from now
The very cheerleader
The one that everyone
thought
Ran the school?
Now hides her
addiction
Between back to
school nights and PTA meetings.
17 years from now
No one will remember
That you were the
wallflower
The one no one asked
to the dance.
But will claim they
did
The moment you see
them again.
18 years from now
The guy you swore to
always love
The one who made fun
of you
Because you weren’t
like the rest.
Is now the very same
guy
That stops and stares
as you pass by.
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