What day was that;
that day I met you?
Was it in my mind?
Why did those thoughts start then?
Thoughts.
Of confusion.
Of realization.
...Of self-hate.
Did you make me realize the truth?
That the world is nothing but cruel.
Or did I discover it?
That my childhood is gone.
My mind is that of an adult's.
The thing I don't want to become.