POEM STARTER
To my past self
Write a poem addressed to your past self
dear 11-year-old me…
Dear 11-year-old me,
You might think it’s bad already, but it gets worse. When you turn 12, it’ll be the worst summer of your life. When your 13, everything will catch up to you during the 2nd semester of school. The only thing you can do now is keep being friends with ML, MB, and AJ. They’ll be there for you no matter what. When you’re 14, everything starts making sense and you’ll figure out life. Just enjoy life while you’re young and don’t worry about those boys. They turn out terrible and REALLY chopped. It’s not worth it. Don’t be afraid to speak your mind. It’s **your** opinions. Be you. Life won’t always go your way and you can’t make it go your way. By the way, music will become your best friend.
You’re loved my so many people ❤️
Including me.