Memoires



I looked back at the memories
Of not so long ago,
And I realized the difference.
That girl that struggled to fit in,
That girl whom amidst it loses her identity.
The cutesy words were just a plastic façade.
Did you know?

The immature thoughts that were carefully penned
Lacked the freedom which spells the writer.
Emotions and feelings were cruelly filtered
To produce that fine, polished production.
The production lacked the very taste of life.

Or it might just be that dull, carefree words
That allows everyone to understand her better?
It was just two years, and I saw that girl grow up.
While her emotions turned into thoughts,
Her mere thoughts turned into ideas
And her simplest ideas turned into ambitions.
The freedom of speech possessed her.

And that girl is me.
As I looked back into my past posts of my blog,
The memories, together with emotions flowed.
And the screen turned blurry,
As sheer tears threatened to spill.