I’m still very much
the six year old who used to slam her dolls on the floor
when she couldn’t play with them the way she wanted to.
I turned out to be Sid from Toy Story
when I wanted to be Lilo,
loving people despite their ugly.
God knows I have a lot of that.
I think everyone who was mocked on the playground
has tried their hand at being the bully
once or twice,
and I’m no exception.
It seems I’m always discovering truths about myself
after it’s too late to do anything about them.
I can repent
until my knees grow calloused,
but I cannot change the past.
I can only try harder.
And this time, I really am