I walked past my younger self today She was happy with who she was, I was ashamed to look her in the eye. She held a pen and paper in her hand, writing stories about sea creatures and mountains I had a notebook full of words I can't say out loud. She was waiting for her mum to take her out for the day like she promised. I was watching unable to fix her inevitable fate or even warn her of what was to come. She was wearing a dress with flowers on, didn't care what people thought, she just loved her outfit I looked at my jeans and hoodie and wondered where that carefree little girl went She walked past someone she was soon to be. I walked past a stranger, an unrecognisable, old reflection of me