I liked reading.
Left it behind
In hopes the teasing would stop,
"4 eyes" and "nerd", I wanted to escape these.
I found new friends.
Picked up on trends, picked up on styling myself.
Tried to be popular.
All I did was conceal her with bandages
Telling her, "You're perfect, but I'll be back."
Was it worth 3 years later?
It all came back.
Like all those layers I tried to wrap around,
Were now being peeled
One at a time,
Slowly by slowly.
Little did i know, the thing inside of it had decayed now.
Leaving it unchecked,
Leaving it rotting inside,
Forgetting its sole existence.
It became something that now couldn't be healed.
Even if I try to impersonate,
that girl can no longer be brought back.
-Nehal
















