To A Younger Me

 Hello                                               

Starting with a cliché, "How are you?"

But I know you're not fine, I see through

From a different time, yet the same

My letter aims to shatter myths and spark your flame.

 

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’re to be blamed.

You pick up the compass and tattoo your vein.

 

Dyscalculia, a hidden burden to bear,

Struggle with numbers, it's only fair

To seek compassion, a kind embrace,

In a world where numbers hold their place.

 

Dyscalculia, a hidden burden to bear,

Struggle with numbers, it's only fair

To seek compassion, a kind embrace,

In a world where numbers hold their place.

 

That teacher, a cruel relentless voice,

Each lesson, cutting deep, no choice.

Counsellors blind to your inner fight,

Leaving scars that linger, day and night.

 

Supernatural's new season is in the air,

Sam and Dean, their trials to bear.

You hide behind covers, seeking rescue,

Yet in truth, no saviour will pursue.

 

You crave a guiding hand when esteem is low,

Becoming Sam, seeking a Dean to show

That life's not scripted, but reality's scene,

You're both Sam and Dean, strong and keen.

 

That new girl, causing endless strife,

Shaming you, wounding your life.

Naive to your pain, scars won't heal,

The bully's her, it's her lack of zeal.

 

Decency is absent, she lacks that grace,

You're not her punching bag, embrace

The truth, is she's the problem in every fact,

Her lack of kindness is a cruel act.

 

You go out of your way,

 

turn gloomy skies into sunny days,

 

your best friend forever squad

 

Hate to let you know it’s all a façade.

 

 

Leave the guilt behind, unlike them, you're unique,

The world's thirst to drain you, but don't be meek.

You're more than a prop, worth beyond a drop,

Don't let them use you, rise and stop.

 

Papa, the only man in your life who wishes nothing but the best for you

 

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

 

Just glaring at him and it will widen your smile

 

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

 

  Listen to your voice, never beat yourself down,

This letter ends, heed its profound.

 

From you future self