I was cleaning my room today, thanks mom and dad, and found this poem I wrote at the end of my senior year.
What if the past were gone,
it had all been erased.
Would you make the same mistakes?
What if I had never existed,
I was dropped off the earth,
would you care enough to look for me?
What if you never made mistakes,
you were completely perfect,
would you be yourself/
I have made too many mistakes,
to ever be perfect.
I have looked too hard for lost friends,
to find any of them.
I did all of these things,
and lost myself in the process.
I need my past.
I love my mistakes.
I enjoy my true friends.
And more importantly,
I cannot fathom being anything other than,
myself.
WOAH. lol I never expect that out of myself. A lot of my old writing is pretty bad actually.. until I saw this.. hmm :) food for thought
