Is Change Possible?
A Poem to My Future Self
I am twenty.
I hate my life.
I am depressed.
I am suicidal.
I have two kids.
I love them.
I do not love myself.
I am married.
I love my husband.
I do not love myself.
Life should not be this hard.
Especially not at twenty.
I should be care-free.
I'm not.
I have stress. I have bills. I have kids. I have messes. I have a premature marriage. I have fights.
I want to meet an alternate “me.”
I want to see if she's happy.
Who am I going to be at thirty?
An even worse version of myself?
Will I still smoke cigarettes at midnight to calm my nerves?
Will I still dread waking up?
Or, will I change?
Will I be the soccer mom with pretty hair? Will I bring snacks? Will I be involved in the PTA?
Will I be happy?
That's who I want to be.
I want to love my days. I want to love myself.
About the Creator
Allison Taylor
I'm twenty. I'm trying to find my niche.
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