The world stripped the real me away
my self worth, layer by layer
until there was nothing left
of my personality.
yet i never forgot
about the girl
who i used to be.
she fought a place,
where she felt most safe
she lived inside,
my caged soul,
waiting for the day
i would set her free.
she remind me of who i use to be
i wonder while i ever
get the unlove girl back
even if i was the only
person who love her back
©tasheema
T