it's fearful self-reflecting,
especially recollections of the girl who i once was.
i vividly recall a moment at ten years old, thinking about who i'll become in a decade.
have i grown?
i still have a soft heart; i believed that i would finally have the courage to break.
i don't understand how my heart hasn't transformed into somebody new.
looking back at all i've been through since ten years old,
how am i still benevolent?
