Broken Souls and Lost Hearts

Laquisha

Yeah that's my name.

Yeah that's me.

So what?

A name is a name.

A race is a race.

It shouldn't matter.

We're all equal.

We're all human.

So stop judging.

But that's all besides the point.

I was a happy kid.

Was.

But look at me now.

What the HELL have I become?!

"Damn," I mutter to myself.

"This isn't the girl I was three years ago," I think.

Where did she go?

She's gone.

I want her to come back.

We all have a past self.

You do as well.

Maybe he or she was happy.

Or maybe they were sad.

Or maybe they didn't feel a thing at all.

There are people who miss the way they were.

And there are others who never want to be that person again.

I bet you can guess which one I am.

No I don't bet.

I KNOW that you know which one I am.

You miss yourself too, don't you?

You miss,

You...

Don't you?

Even if you don't,

You can now guess I do.

Everything was so different way back then before,

Everything happened.