To the Girl You Used to Be

Dear Me, 

You look just like her

I suppose, or maybe she looks like me

You both have the same dullness in your eyes 

I guess, or maybe mine are just reflecting against her's

and the cold heart 

we share the same one, perhaps because it is the same one

but that hate she doesn't dress in that loath

you're right

this hatred is one I get from repeatedly being told I can't do it 

sincerely,

The girl you used to be