As I grow up
I can't help but look back at the younger me
No matter at what age
I'd still look back at the younger me
And thought
What had gone wrong?
How did I become what I am now?
I wouldn't be surprised if I'd look back at the me now when I'm 20 and thought "What had gone wrong?"
It puzzles me how my younger self strived through what I thought was impossible
I always see the present me as a weak person
And my younger self as the stronger one
I'd always admire my younger self