(Tw?⚠️)

Flipping through photos

Skimming theough Memories

I see the difference

I feel the ache

The little girl in the photos is not here

She hasn’t been for a while

Her effortless smiles

Her giggles of glee

Was that really ever me?

Hair straight

Just as she

But its not how it will be.

I wish I could go back

Sometimes i feel the guilt

This is not who I was supposed to become

I wonder if God is angry

At his little girl

Who used to go to church

But dosent anymore

I wonder if he is angry that I hate myself

Or that I sin

I wonder if I will make it to heaven

After realizing who I am

I can’t help but think

Why am I not that little girl?

It is hard to accept,

the fact that I have changed

The fact that i may be her

But not quite the same.

So I lay in bed

Writing this poem just to wonder

Does God hate me

For not being his little girl?