A Letter To My Younger Self

By C.R. Doolan

I'm sorry that I gave up,

On chasing all your dreams, 

I'm sorry that they called you names,

Kids can be so mean.

I'm sorry you had to grow up,

And that they lie about the fun,

I'm sorry about the bad times, 

But there are better things to come.

I wish we could meet up,

And I'd talk you through our life,

How being mean makes money, 

But it's better to be nice. 

I wish that you'd hear this,

And heed my advice, 

All I ever wanted for us, 

Was to have a good life. 

I'm sorry that I'm broken glass, 

Filled of cracks and glue, 

I'm sorry that I made mistakes, 

That I know you'd never do.

I'm sorry that you'll never know me,

The way that I know you,

I'm sorry that life hasn't gone,

The way we planned it to.

I wish that I could hug you, 

And squeeze tightly on your hand, 

I would tell you to be brave,

And to never change for a man. 

But I do wish you could change, 

So that you'd never become me,

But if that was the case,

Who would we have turned out to be?

I'm sorry for our flaws, 

For our good and for our bad,

I'm sorry for everything, 

You’re the best friend I'll ever have. 

I'm sorry for this letter, 

You deserve a face to face,

But you'll always be in my heart, 

And you'll always hold a special place.

By C.R. Doolan