Dichotomy

Who I was and Who I used to be

Who I was...

Who I am...

Who I used to be.

There were three faces I saw that day, one that loved me, one that loathed, and one that was led astray.

I am not the girl you used to know and I never will be. I cannot erase the pain and anger inflicted from my past thirteen.

I refuse your idea of who I was.

Your words stick and prod and poke like knives,

I am a test subject, one you'll never really know.

I'm too young, too old, too dumb, the things you've told...

I will not apologize for the fact you don't understand me. I am a complicated mess striving for something better for me.

You tell me I'm confused.

Too sensitive.

Too young.

Too naive.

Too much of who I am.

Who I was, she was happy. She was content, the brightest thing you've ever seen,

Then the world came knocking and she was kicked to her knees.

She, Who I was, seems like a memory that doesn't belong to me,

She was... an epiphany.

Who I am is Complicated.

A mess of everything you could be.

I won't be who you want.