She Was-I'm Not
I wish I could remember
Everything about her
No one saw it then,
But I see beauty in her now
So confident as a child
Radiating
-naively-
But still radiating
In a different way than the stars
In a brighter way than the moon
But adolescence was rough to her
Slapped her happiness with insults
Bent her over and made her like everyone else
But she was so beautiful then
What I am now
Is just a product of their cruel intentions
What I am now
Is dull to the point of sickening
What I am now
Is a sequence of terrible decisions
For that girl died
And I bring her to life in my quiet thoughts
Hoping to get to know more about her
But every time she comes back to me
I fall to pieces
I beg for forgiveness in between the sobs
But she loathes me for befriending those sons of bitches
I want to be her again
badly
But mistakes aren't easily mended
sadly
I just want to remember that girl
Who never had a chance of living
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