In My Youth
I cared about things that don’t matter now.
Got into gossip that had no value
(half the time, the truth in them were quite questionable).
Make-up and clothes, I thought they mattered
Whether or not I was single, I thought was important
but all these things, never were.
What did matter was how I treated people
and how well I did in school,
and the friends I held close to my heart.
These are what followed me to this day
and still follow me.
At times, I was hard on myself
for being the quiet goody-goody
but if I weren’t, I wouldn’t
have gotten the support I currently have.
I stayed true to myself and avoided
identity crises and bad people
who would tarnish my light.
My reputation wasn’t “the quiet girl who can’t get a date,”
it was, “an intelligent, good hearted girl who is serious about her future.”
I wish I knew that earlier, but better late than never.
Now I know that being me is important,
people should never compare themselves to others
or wish they were someone else.
What time wasters these mindsets are.
We’re all unique, no copies,