People all around can't seem to understand,
Don't quite factor in,
The Me I am today,
They want to pretend the Me that was dead and buried long ago still lives,
She died more than a decade ago and I'll never be her again,
Stop pretending any different,
They tell me things,
Give things that the old Me would've understood,
Liked even,
They want to pretend She still exists,
But I purged Her from my system,
So long ago I don't even remember what She was like anymore,
They don't understand that She died long before,
She became the person they pretend She became,
And instead, I sit before them,
The Me I am today,
Completely and wholly different than the Me that came before,
And I don't know why they keep pretending that old Me still exists,
She lives no more and will never rear her head again,
I'm not that girly little girl anymore,
Nor do I want to be,
Understand that and try to see me as I am now,
Appreciate the Me I am now.
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The Love and Horror Here
PoesíaA collection of poems I've written from 2014 - 2024. Mainly about love and relationships or horror/creepy situations
