Look at yourself now. You used to be so shy, and I suppose you still may be but you’ve taken the time to grow.
You aren’t the same Dawn, you aren’t the awkward little teen I used to know.
You used to pick on yourself, your own worst bully, you used to let others make fun of you, the butt of a joke, truly.
Now you don’t do that. Now you’re full of life. You may self-deprecate sometimes but it’s not to cause yourself strife.
I may have been a counselor, just some random person who gave you the time to speak, but I promise you you’re doing better, this isn’t your peak.
You learned from your past self I hope, made yourself keep going despite starting at the bottom of an acute angle interior slope.
It always gets brighter at Daybreak,
Your friend and mentor,