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The old me....
Back then I was fragile,
Sensitive enough to get hurt.
The old me
was an easy target for everyone.
Back then I didn't fight,
I was sweet, helping and kind .
But now I am rough as stone,
No feelings just like a clone.
Earlier I would cry at nights,
Expecting too much,
Waiting for someone to
stand for my rights.
The old me would laugh with her heart,
Proud and secure about herself,
Would trust everyone and play no smart.
Now ,
I rarely smile , barely talk ,
and mostly insecure bout myself.
Time has changed and forced
me to change .
No longer I like to be friend,
I stay alone and stay away from world .
The old me would get surprised,
if she saw me ,
cause unfortunately I became a personality,
she always hated and neglected for me .
© Tint
Sensitive enough to get hurt.
The old me
was an easy target for everyone.
Back then I didn't fight,
I was sweet, helping and kind .
But now I am rough as stone,
No feelings just like a clone.
Earlier I would cry at nights,
Expecting too much,
Waiting for someone to
stand for my rights.
The old me would laugh with her heart,
Proud and secure about herself,
Would trust everyone and play no smart.
Now ,
I rarely smile , barely talk ,
and mostly insecure bout myself.
Time has changed and forced
me to change .
No longer I like to be friend,
I stay alone and stay away from world .
The old me would get surprised,
if she saw me ,
cause unfortunately I became a personality,
she always hated and neglected for me .
© Tint
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