Past and Present

Sitting in my room

Thinking about the pretty little girl I’ve become

“Delicate” I’m told

And how the lady with green eyes I see when I look in the mirror

Is completely unrecognizable

From the pretty little child I used to be

She wouldn’t recognize the girl in the mirror either

Wondering what to make of this

Was it my past self that was disillusioned?

Simply the naïve insipid dreams of a child?

Or is my present self wrong?

Should I strive to be the person I thought I was going to be?

But the problem is

I can’t remember who I was meant to become

I can’t remember what my seven year old self

Saw in her future

All I know

Is that this

Me

I

Am not it.