I Am... Me

When I see a little girl walking down the street I stop to think,
what if that was me? 
If I had the chance to go back and change who I am then what would I be? 
The little girl I once was isn't the same as me.
Sometimes the person I am now can be scary,
but the things that happened in my past made me me. 
If I could talk to the younger me would I scare her or would she be happy? 
But I realize that little girl is still inside of me and she is pretty proud, because I am me. 
This poem is about: 
Me

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