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,

Empty.

Each day I tend to my beautiful tough fa├žade,

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

Sweet child