Little girl

Sometimes I miss the little girl I used to be, sometime I miss when I only cared about me, the tears I cry at night, that were never cared for right, I kept them to my self, so that you never knew, how much I cried over people like you, sometime I wonder if you want me around, or if I was ever good enough, or if there was ever a need to tell you this stuff, I don’t see the need to tell you how I feel, because if I keep it inside, then it won’t be come real, it won’t become reality, and I won’t have to smile with half of me, if there’s anything I could tell younger me, be grateful for you are now, because I don’t think you would be proud of what the future will be, that little girl who brought joy along her way, the little girl that will never be proud of what she is today, I worry what people think, or how they view me, but I’m grateful for the little girl who always thought she was walking beauty,