Different.

Strangers in my mind,

Taunting me with who they say I was

That girl couldn’t have been me —

So cold and consumed

With destroying herself.

It just couldn’t have been me,

You see?

We are two different people,

No more alike than the strangers outside.

No greater connection than being alive.

Two different people —

Now and then,

One is me, and

The other was…

She just didn’t give a damn.

We could neither be nor have been

The same person.

Regrets?

Yea, sure.

Would I change it?

No.

Never.

I could never be me,

You see,

Without her.

I no longer yearn to destroy,

Rather to create and employ beauty within.

She is still trapped inside but no longer hides,

Rather being welcomed into the mind.