A sweet child, she used to call me,
What once was innocent now tarnished with the passing of time,
Dreams of what I could have been, now unspoken of.
Lessons learnt too harshly, too young,
The future now uncertain, I will be the disgrace they cannot bear to speak of,
The one to forget, rather than cherish.
Others will rise to fill my place, but the place I once held,
Each day I tend to my beautiful tough façade,
Each day it grows stronger, and each day I am reminded of the unstoppable truth of my shame.
Who will forgive me now, after so many years,
When I am not naive and candid anymore,
Who will forgive the darkened