Publish Date: 10/22\03

A/N: Monologue written by me for a class.

Title: Destroyed

As time passed, I have noticed its unmistakable imprint upon my young life. Careless childhood days morphed seemingly instantly to a confused time where mommy's kisses couldn't fix everything and the monsters in my closet weren't my biggest fear anymore. Suddenly, you didn't ask to be best friends anymore, it was a position to be earned and you couldn't have three or seven of them. Sandbox memories and sticky fingers were things of the past as taking a bath more than once a week was something that was expected. People actually started caring if my socks didn't match or if my hair wasn't combed.

Problems became more complicated then not being invited to someone’s birthday party. Friends could turn their backs on you and actually stop talking to your for longer then five minutes and feelings hurt longer then a day. The rain seemed more apparent then the rainbows and the sun never shone alone.

It seems that every time a part of my life came and passed, I wanted to destroy that part. So I would shred pictures, and burn letters. Arrange things on my shelf and get rid of anything that would remind me of the people or time I was trying to desperately to erase from my scope of mind. So the only thing that remained was the hurt buried deep inside of me, no reminders that the people that had placed that hurt there had ever been born. There are so many people I have left behind, so many people who I never want to think about again.

Sometimes, it was I that failed. Other times, it was them. Every time, someone failed, and I was forced to walk away so that I could just save myself. I just want to forget everyone who made these scars upon my conscious.

Is it right to forget someone who destroyed you?

I need sleep.

A/N: Reviews welcome, constructive criticism craved.