Things don’t go how I went them too and I freak out.
I start thinking it’s not fixable.
When I was a little girl, I thought the sad feeling in me was not fixable.
I thought I was destined to feel sad and be bullied.
I thought I was destined to be lonely.
Years ago I never knew I’ll still be holding up.
That I’ll still be working hard to make my mother proud.
Things get better I learned. Things feel better. Things make sense the older you get.
When I was a teenager I made some mistakes.
Thought I would live a life of turmoil and pain.
Here I am, years later, making mistakes still but learning from them.
Looking at the past as a guideline for what I want to leave behind.
Also what I want to bring with me into the future.
I learned from my childhood and teen self that the present isn’t easy, but the future is an escape I wouldn’t want to miss out on.
Goodbye past, hello present, bless you future.