My Beginnings

"You were my sweet child," she said to me, "I don't know what happened to you."

I just stood there beside her bed and shrugged it off, joking with her. "I don't know what happened either." I replied. 

But I DO know. I know what and who changed me, I remember every little troubling detail, every moment that struck me in the chest straight through my heart, every person who came and betrayed me or left me open. But the worst was the people who ignored it all, ignored me, and the ones who walked away after getting bored or wanted to forget me. 

I know why. She may pretend not to, but I'll still know. I'm not the sweet child anymore. That was ripped away from me. Nothing can change that.