Fly away, fly away.
Little me, you're unaware.
For what's about to come,
Your innocent way.
You're just a kid.
But so am I.
You have to stand tall sometimes.
Even when you're 4'3 or 5'9.
Just 17.
I feel 5.
I realise, I have a lot of baggage.
Tiny me, small dreams.
I disappointed my own self.
She was bright, the younger version of me.
7 and determined.
A t-shirt and jeans.
Healthier and happier.
Sweet, obedient and kind.
The apple of everyone's eyes.
Who would've guessed,
She'd turn out this way.
17 and disappointing.
A burden more than a person.
A t-shirt and jeans.
Skinny and sad.
Bones achy, always cold.
The worst version.
How to fix her nobody knows.
I am sorry little one,
For how I turned out.
I promise you,
It wasn't your fault.