This is a poem directed towards me.It also in a way,gives you insight and info about me.Enjoy 🥺
Hey 8 year old Smokey,it's 14 year old you.
I just thought I'd stop and tell you about the things you will do.
You plan to move to Miami,two blocks from the beach.
And you forget your real name,cause everyone calls Smokey.
You break your nose again,and can never really breathe right.
Your mental health gets a whole lot worse,but you put up an amazing fight.
Your family falls apart,but you see your sibling's wedding day!
And you have those bad moments with your mom sometimes and always reconnect,but I promise it's better that way.
You eventually get your license,so you can drive all your friends around.
You date a couple boys,and break a couple hearts.
Then someone breaks yours,and it hurts.
But things are how they are.
You write a bunch of music and poems,and you start to get really good.
And people start to believe in you like you always hoped they would.
You graduate a full year at the top of your class.
And your friends become your family without even having to ask.
You spend a lot of time happy,but you have some horribly awful days.
You're safe now,and somehow everything turns out okay.
I love you all,and feel free to ask any questions about me at any time.Also yes,I'm a 14-year old writer and poem writer on Wattpad.But I'm living my life~Smokey
