Saturday, July 29, 2023

Letter to My Younger self

 I am going, to  begin with, the most overused line 

How are you and I am not  hoping for you to be fine

Because I know you're not 

Because I am you just from a different time 

My sole purpose for writing this letter

 Is to lift the weight of myths from your shoulders

So the truth sparks inside you brighter 

And you feel a lot lighter 


I know maths has been traumatizing you

Dodging numbers that's all you do 

Fingers are pointed, questions are raised 

And for every calculation wrong you are to be blamed 

You pick up the compass and tattoo your vein 

Allow or don’t allow me 

But I am going to tell you honestly 

You suffer from dyscalculia a learning disability 

When a person struggles to deal with numeracy capability 

So it's not the subject and you need to be treated with sympathy

But that teacher would belittle  you every single time she’d teach 

She has been assassinating you with any chance she gets

This is going to cut deep, you will never forget 

The school counselors won’t help you discover all this 

Stamped upon you, you may never recover from it 


How is that new season of supernatural  been coming up

The Winchester brothers, the novice Sam and Dean’s been toughening up

I know you, sulk behind hard covers and journals scribbling I want to be rescued 

To tell you the truth that no one going to come and get you

You need someone to hold you up when your losing esteem 

You are becoming Sam and I know you’re craving a dean

The fact of life that it isn’t a scripted scene 

When in reality you are Sam and you are your own dean 


Be careful of the people that you're surrounded with 

And you're going along with it 

You have this habit of going out of your way

To be a beacon of hope, turn gloomy skies into warm sunny days 


And that new girl in your class has been creating some issues

She has been shaming you down, you’re being abused 

Even when you feel that you are the culprit, 

She is so naive and doesn’t how you feel

But girl some scars are never going to heal 


Let me break it down for you

And tell you the truth 

She is the bully, and you're being bullied 

You are worthless you are conditioned to believe 

Listen up, listen clear you are not someone’s punching bag 

She is the problem here because decency is something she lacks 


Oh yes! How can I lose track of your best friend forever squad

Hate to tell you that’s all a facade 

I mean see it on your own, the word ‘friend’ ends with an end 

What more hints could I give you, they are  all playing pretense 

So enjoy while you can and leave, leave with no  guilt

Unlike them, you are differently built  


I am no doctor strange and I don’t have the power to turn the wheels of time 

Yet I am compelled to warn you that  don’t you ever open the doors for the opposite kind 

Soon you will realize you are nothing more than an asset and they are the liability

And all this time they have been playing with your stability 


So much so that you’d end up shutting yourself 

That’s why I tell you to invest in your essence and not in them 

The world is out there to get you and juice you out to the very last drop 

For them, you're just an overused prop 


Papa, the only man in your life  who wishes nothing out of you

Rather than wraps up every  ounce of happiness and gift it to you

So when you’re lost in translation and have no clue 

Just stare at him every once in a while

Charismatically it will widen your smile 

He has set the bar skyrocketing high and no one dares to inch closer 

Don’t beat yourself down, good luck and take care

Signing off and now the letter is over