Innocent,
No,
Not since,
I realised.

Child,
No,
Never really,
I know now.

I,
Can never lose,
That part of me,
I understand.

Wish,
No,
Dream of waking from this,
Accepted truth.

I,
Am too late,
To stop myself from hating,
It makes sense.

Could,
Anything,
Be worse than this?
I guess it can.

Be,
Myself?
Never again,
Get it?

Again,
I look at myself,
And see a monster,
But I never knew.

Until it was too late.