not a prose poem, sorry

Found an old folder filled to the brim with poems done when I was much younger; back when I rhymed. Debating with myself on whether I have enough guts to post them here. Can't help but laugh at how some of them are so innocent, and so unbelievably honest. Nostalgia is kicking in and I feel like I'll spend tonight wondering how far true I was to myself when I was younger, feeling bad about how much I've changed.