"What happened to you?"
You ask me when you come back. "You're so Different now."
You took my essence, my fire, and my soul when you left and you tried to place them into someone else, but they didn't fit. Now you stand before me, and you dare ask me what happened? How could you?
"Life." I simply answer. "I grew up."
I have become my nightmare,
the girl who always hid in
the far depths of my mind,
tangled in weeds with terror
There was always a curious chaos
about her that I both yearned and feared,
I will become the beauty of the mess,
and my soul with tangle with hers like art.
I am my own nightmare
and I will embrace it.