The Person I Despised

Inside my head, I am still seventeen
and hate my older self for being false
to all that I once held in high esteem
and for steering my life so far off course.

I have become the person I despised
when I watched the world and found it rotten
and in innocence never realised
the rot was mine and would be forgotten.

My inner teenager is still sulking
in the suburban living room my thoughts
now occupy; its presence like a hulking
reminder I have not outgrown my faults.

It is not fair! I hate you all! I shout
as I ground myself and try not to pout.