If I could write a letter
To the girl in the past who shared my name, my face, my skin
There is so much I would have to tell her
So much to say
That at the end of the day
The future is a book we haven't read yet
A story in which we play many characters
And wear all the costumes of a thousand different people
We pretend to be
I have been many things though
Not all of them good
And in later chapters I know
I have more stage changes, more costumes to sew
But if I went back and spoke to the girl who used to be me
I would not tell her to follow her dreams
I would hold her hand and smile at her
And tell her life has many chapters
And everything changes
High and low rises and ranges
And that you won't always fit into your skin
But be glad that it's yours
Because the girl who lay awake every night
Wondering who she is
Needs to be told how
To realize she doesn't need to know now