Dear Old Me

• Tamesha Cameron, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

You think I can’t let go? Maybe think again.
The people who chose to leave my life has passed the number ten
So many come and go and choose not to say goodbye
That when I meet someone new, I have no choice but to hide.
To hide the real me and to not get too attached,
Because I know the real me will only feel detached.
Set apart from life and the people in it too
Watching so many leave, thinking the reason was always you.





02/11/2015

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