fuck change!

knowing all I know
Everything I’ve ever done
Was completed at the peak of my performance

There’s nothing brilliant about a sixteen year old
Poet
But perhaps brilliance is not accepting completion
And always striving for future improvements

Some call me a perfectionist
I beg to differ
I may be anal
but I’m quite accepting of my truths
No matter how bleak they turn out to be

I don’t retroactively change
I only move forward unconditionally
I have grudges
But never against my younger self.