A Letter To Myself

Dear 9 year old me,
You are a beautiful creature
Made up of flowers intertwined with stars
The whole universe
Resides in you.

Dear 9 year old me,
As you grow up
You'll find out that fairies
Are monsters and Santa isn't who you think he is.
All the bedtime stories you've been hearing for the past 9 years are true,
Only these tales have a different ending.
Monsters walk among us
And heroes don't usually win

But dear 9 year old me,
Don't let this stop you from being who you wanna be
Don't let this stop you...