A younger version of me

A time before I used to be

An "emo" not really but the mark

On my heart be come scratches on my arm

Moments when I pulled up my sleeve

The base of my arm was red

With many scratch marks

Made with a fork or tips of my finger nails

Since that time I have grown up little by but seeing hem with her

Makes the feelings of that younger version of me 

Taking the fork making my arm red just like 

The Jabs to my heart

My forks my version of the knife 

That are stabbing me in the heart

Author's Note

The more feedback again the happier I am. Inspired by: HS Freshman year

Reviews

[Andrew]

Nice analogy, I inserted my own commas where I felt necessary though I do not know if that was your intention..really love the last two lines of the poem.

[Liz Alexander]

Thank you for the review.

[Andrew]

Would like to hear your thoughts on my writing too, please?

[Liz Alexander]

Okay.