Long ago I was different
No cares in the world,
No stress to keep me up at night.

Long ago I was sweet,
Needing everyones approval,
Wanting to be perfect.

Long ago I was innocent
Never yearning to be touched,
Never distracted by the though of anyone.

Now I am different
An adult with much to worry about,
Seeming to stress over everything

Now I am bitter
Needing to look out for myself
Wanting to be happy.

I am no longer innocent
For I have been touched,
and I liked it.