when I was young the self I met
became mean put me down
made fun of me said I was worthless
he turned into a penknife
I lived wounded
always self-cutting who I was
wish I’d looked at myself
like one bright-eyed and pleasant
kid I met the first day of school
that one became a supportive
lifelong friend there to talk
about everything good and bad
you’ll need one like that
inside you to make days
brighter despite the forecast
and night’s too
even without the moon
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