It was not so long ago that I was a different person.
My meaningless life was run by the game or the boy
or who said what to who about whom.
My clothes were bright and girly.
I only cared about myself and what people thought about me.
I was a mindless conformist.
You used to like me. You used to be happy with me.
Do you remember me then?
But something happened inside me,
a sudden change I can't explain.
My preppy looks and petty woes sicken me now.
I've left behind almost all of that life.
I hide now behind a shadow of black.
But my new, rough exterior is only beginning
of what's inside.
I'm broken. I can't even begin to describe the hurt and suffering
in this tiny insignificant thing that would be my heart.
My life is even more meaningless now.
If you only knew