A scared little girl clinging to fragile hope.
I hear you
Crying out to be comforted only to be ignored.
I tell you
Sometimes people do not understand what you tell them.
I hold you
Close to my heart and try to protect you.
I understand you
You may not believe me, but I do.
I am you
And you are me, my inner child with no peace.
You are me
trying to believe in something that isn't there.
-S. Boudreau
but different in many more.
Shy, self-conscience and scared versus
outgoing, secure and confident.
You are former
I am now.
Mirrors reflect the same image
but never what's inside.
I am everything you want to be
you are everything I am not.
Past meets present,
present meets past.
I am you,
you were me.
-S. Boudreau
