do you ever feel like you’re not the same as you used to be?

you changed... you’re not the little girl that runs around the street, that laugh at simple things, that cry over some toys, that throw tantrums whenever you feel like it

you changed... you’re not the girl who hangs out with friends every weekends; maybe even weekdays, who spends money to useless stuff you don’t even need, who befriends everyone to be considered part of the society, who tells lie to be able to hang out and be part of their so called group

you changed... you’re not the girl who cries over some random guys, who chased over undeserving guy, who get swooned over sugar coat words, who get played at, who get used at

you changed... you’re not the girl who remained silent, the girl who doesn’t fight for the right, who don’t share her wonderful thought, who doesn’t speaks for herself

you changed... you’re a woman now; who speaks her mind, who will stand for what is right, who will never let anyone brings her down

you changed for the better but why does it feel so wrong?
you’re not used to it
you can’t get used to it
but it’s for the better

so you blocked all those useless thoughts, those words that pains your heart and mind, you blocked every painful whispers you get... because you know that’s the only way for you to get better

and you need better; not for someone else but for yourself

—msy