𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦'𝐬

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬

Recently, I've started to feel less and less desirable.

Less and less like my younger, confident self.

Less and less like the girl that always did what she wanted without fear of judgement.

Less and less like the intelligent 5th grader who was top of her class.

Less and less like the well-mannered and helpful daughter.

Less and less like the sociable, kind-hearted teenager.

Less and less like her.

Maybe that's why I don't know who I am.

Because I'm less and less like everything I thought I was.

I'm less and less like me.