Confession Poem by hannah chiz

Would the girl you were
Like the woman you are;
Confusing conclusion unfurled
From the past?
Two contrasts twirl, dancing
Delicate arts.
Both true when they argue:
Deliciously smart.
Evolving fast, incomplete from the start,
The persons you've been, the
Mismatched parts,
Condradicting opinions from
Things you have seen, nodding
But disregarding the words that
You speak.
The colours you turn,
The anger you leak, when
Coming to terms with being unique.
Lost inside time
But, bending it hurts
Like memories triggered by
Smelling his shirt.
Different levels and corners of
You,
Darker one's flirting with those
More subdued.
Awful lusts shadow angelic moods.
Misplaced trusts linger: promise excused.
Girl entangled, grown up, bruised
Like everyone else who's
Awakening's rude.
Hindsight's blunt, you've
Nothing to loose,
Except yourself
And the future you choose.
You're upfront but you're
Covering clues which proove
To the world you're a
Question mark too.
You'll be less of a
Person if you don't achieve.
Kid yourself otherwise, still
You'll loose sleep.
Put off the milestones marking
Relief,
Cast under this spell
'Till ambition is eased.
Young, you're stylish, smart
But lazy.
Day's fly past and life
Spins crazy.
Merry-go-round, your stars are
Fading.
They were lights which spelt your
Name in.
Respect was all that you demanded.
Mismatched parts will now start
Laughing.
Paved her was to self-
Destruction. Half your life's
Spent at this
Junction.
Curl up, hide. You
Won't go far if the
Girl you were
Hates the woman
You are.