8 months
          of my childhood remain;
        of laughter,
      protection,
and little to no pain.

8 months
  of the lovely life I've known;
      of carelessness,
        carefulness,
            and the honest love that's grown.

8 months
          till I trial a new profile;
        till my life becomes a mess,
      I think it's for the best,
and I simply pretend to smile.

8 months
  till I leave it all behind;
      till I only see strange faces,
          drown in fear of changes,
and slowly lose my mind.