Little Girl

It just sank in.
The little girl had no life.
She merely reflects the life of others and implement it on her.
She has nothing of her own.
She laughs and cries for the things that wasn't hers.
The little girl thought she had everything.
She can have ANYTHING she wanted if she just struggled, holding on, keep on fighting.
That's the naivete she had in her mind.
For 20 years.
And why is it that 20-year old person is still a little girl?
Because eventhough her body changes,
Her mind doesn't.
It never moves on.
Up until now.
When will she can truly call a thing, a person, a memory, of her own?
The feeling of despair keeps stabbing in,
She didn't realize,
She lost 20 years for a mere memory,
That wasn't even hers to keep.

A time, honey, isn't something you can take back.
It will pass, and you will realize that you can't do it over.

She looks at that person,
That person cries,
And she felt the same throbbing pain,
For she had faced the same thing.

Little girl,
Why don't you cry for that person?

Because even my feelings aren't true.
None of it.