You were the innocent one, the one that trusted, wished for the best.
You were the one that let people in, the one that let your vulnerability show.
I am not you anymore.
I am the callous one, the one that’s skeptical, the one that lost hope.
I am the one that pushes people away, the one that pretends to be strong.
You were the one that had your emotions for all to see,
let people see the scars that etched into you deeply.
That was you, that is not me.
I am the one that hides behind the word “fine”,
the one that shows off a cold hard shell—that’s me.
You scared me, scared me so much that I ran and hid.
I ran and hid from you with the desire to get away.
You searched for me, you scoured for me, and you found me.
You found me and pulled me back in, more broken than before.
I was a coward, and I messed up.
You were the little girl,
I am the adult.
You were the one that was sheltered,
I am the one that was exposed.
You and I are one in the same, but I am not you and you are not me.