Hey 13 year old me,

It’s 18 year old you.

 

I just stopped to tell you of the things you will do.

You are so close to college, plotting the things you may pursue.

 

You finally get your license

So you are not counting on others’ reliance.

 

In the summer you move down the beach,

And you are happy as a peach.

 

You’ll break your nose again,

And can never really breathe since then.

 

Your skin gets worse and worse,

But you can’t do much about it, it’s just a curse.

 

Your mental health gets tight, 

But you put up a really good fight.

 

The world gets pretty messed up,

The environment is as dirty as the people being corrupt.

 

You lose value when you are friendly, nod, and smile.

Like being a good person has gone out of style.

 

Our opinions are met with anger,

Even if it’s the same as theirs, a constant feeling of rancor.

 

You never see your “friends” anymore,

But I promise it is better that way, even though it’s not what you asked for.

 

You spend a lot of the time happy,

But you have some awful days; they can be so crappy.

 

I still watch the same TV shows over and over, I recommend, 

Because I need the reassurance of knowing how something is going to end.

 

We have developed so much anxiety,

Don’t worry, I am getting good at hiding it.

 

They will try to fill you with plastic ideals,

But I have not let the holes in your heart give in, it’s not the way to heal.

 

It has happened before, but never give in to others.

Life isn’t worth these kinds of suffers. 

 

I wish I could go back in time, to be me in my prime,

But I know there are better days to come and it’s not just an uphill climb.

 

You’re safe now, 

And somehow everything turned out okay…wow.