Little Girl (A poem for little me)

Hello little girl in your own little world 
Tell me who I am 
Am I as precious as when my life first began..? 

I speak to my past self sometimes 
And tell her everything's going to be ok 
I tell her she's going to be loved by someone someday 

I tell her the days of being misunderstood 
Might not fully go away as you thought it should 
That people will use you who are up to no good 
But that your heart glows and your kindness shows 
Just like you always knew that they would 

I tell her just enough 
To not ruin the story of us 
I tell her it'll get brutal 
But also glorious 

I tell her not to be so hard on herself 
That she's not ugly or stupid or all alone 
I sing her lullabies 
About how she'll get by 
And discover truth on her own 

I tell her she's strong 
Because she doesn't hear it much 
I let her know that she's 
Worth more than she'll ever know 
I whisper to her that she's enough 

Because the whole world doesn't need to hear
It'll only get jealous and whisper things in her other ear 
She'll have the devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other 
No not an angel persay... just someone who gives a crap about her 

Because people are mean and sometimes it's not their fault they can't see 
But it's unfair and like a hot knife it cuts deep 
When they've blinded themselves and can't see 
The gem that is you and the gem that is me 

And they laugh at our innocence 
They laugh at how we put together things a little slow 
Not because we're stupid 
We just make sure the pieces make sense before we're confident enough to say we know 

Not all people are bad tho dear past self 
There are souls that will feed into you and make a home 
They'll hold your hand and make you feel whole 

Life isn't all scary I need to make sure that thought can stick 
You need to accept the gems with rocks who just don't get it

I speak to my younger self when I'm completely alone 
When the doors are locked and no ones home
 
I look in my eyes and send a message through time 
Of a soul who's younger than me now but is still mine
 
And I tell her a secret 
About how when life as gotten rough 
We've always surprised ourselves 
By always staying soft 

And I tell her all the things that I needed to hear from someone else 
It's just funny that the love I've craved the most is love for myself 

I've been too hard on myself the present self or the one from the past 
I replay things in my head 
of awkward things that I've said 
Things that don't deserve to last 

I let my anxiety get the better of me 
And younger me you don't even know what that is - 
It's a silent enemy that you have to battle constantly 
But if you never stop fighting it never wins 

Own little girl in your own little world 
Let me tell you who you are 
You are amazing 
Lovable; bright; a star 

You care more than is conceivable 
Your softness is quite unbelievable 
You see deeper than the sea 
Your beautiful 
Generous 
And wonderful 
And I wouldn't dare want to be anyone else but me.
 
So although I wrote this to be rather personal 
I'm writing it as a testimonial
 
And to every little girl 
Feeling lost and confused 
Reread this entire poem please 
Put "I's" in place of all the "past me's"
Because it's also written just for you. 

You are beyond anything you could ever dream 
Don't lose sight of your preciousness 
Because of girls who are mean 
Your beauty is a sight to behold 
And that's reason enough to be seen. 

I see you little girl and you are my definition of beautiful. 

And maybe one day you'll talk to your past self like I do from time to time 
And maybe this poem will come to mind 
And maybe just maybe you'll remember this line 

"Own little girl in your own little world tell me who I am... I AM as priceless now as when my life first began."