That Kid

 That kid I used to be

Sometimes he seems like someone else

Someone I can sympathise with

Someone I wish I could help

Poor little shit, he didn't know anything

Today though

On my 52nd birthday

He was there in the mirror

Looking older

But still that same kid

Those same eyes

Starring back at me

I can help him

I can give him love

I do love him

Poor little shit

He knew so much