The real you

I miss you. Not this person you are trying to be, the girl you really are. Even if your age has changed your mentality hasn't caught up yet. I miss the little girl who would stick to my hip and try to be like me. I miss the little girl who use to love the color pink and watch Hannah Montana with me. I miss the girl that grew up and stayed true to herself. I miss the girl who looked up to me. This girl, this "teen" you are trying to be, it isn't you. I see right through it. Honey I know you want to be popular. I know middle school is hard. I've been there done that, and yeah I get what you're trying to do. You hide behind the dark hair and make up, you want to go against what your dad says and be with your momma so she lets you run wild. Baby girl, let me tell you something. All that makeup you hide behind, all that talk you spit so much, all those words you use because you think it's cool, all of that isn't going to do a damn thing a few years from now when no ones around to cheer when you graduate. If you push everyone away its not going to make you cool, because one day, those people who think you are cool now will hate you and hurt you later in life. Maybe I wasn't the best example, dying my hair and wearing nothing but black. I know I didn't talk much to you when you needed me. If I could change that I would, because it hurts me to see you going down the same road as I almost did. Maybe in a few years  you'll appreciate these words, but for now, just know I'm here and I'll be a shoulder for you to cry on. R.I.P: the real you.