I miss the younger version of me
The me who only want is to play outside with her friends
And cry when her parents said "No."
The me who only hates sleeping in the afternoon
The me who only need candies and toys to be happy
The me who believes in fairy tales
The me who believes in magic
The me who believes that she will eventually meet her Prince Charming
And will also have her happy ending
The me who believes in Santa Claus
The me who believes she's nice enough to receive gifts from him
The me who only want is to be Barbie and other Princesses and not anybody else
The me who believes she's as beautiful as they are
The me who's only afraid in the monsters lurking underneath the bed or ghost hiding in the dark corners of her room
And believes that her blanket is the only shield that will save her from them
The me who only get hurt by a small scratch on her knee
The me who believes that a band-aid is enough to ease the pain
The me who doesn't get embarrass when she speak or sing her favorite song
The me who's not afraid in other people's attention or naysayers' opinions
The me who's too innocent
The me who's too young for this world's 'reality'
The me who don't know falling in love and heartaches
The me who have no idea about 'letting go' and 'moving on'
The me who never thought that her dreams are beyond her reach
The me who will never give up until she get what she want
The me who never been stabbed on her back
The me who never had fake friends
The me who doesn't yet mastered the 'smiling even if you're hurting'
And 'I'm not' behind every 'I'm okay'
The me who don't care about anyone's approval
The me who never see every action she made as an issue
The me who is carefree and never overthink things
The me who never let her insecurities eat her alive
The me who never sees life the way it truly is
The me who never see it unfair
The me who's not afraid to show who she really is
The me who never been defined by her mistakes
The me who never doubted her own beauty and capabilities
And the me who never questioned her worth
I really miss the younger version of me
When she's still very raw and her mind's at peace
When she don't have to be the best version of herself, not yet at least
When she, being 'disaster' is not yet a big deal
When she still have no habit of disappointing people
When her inner-self hasn't yet destructed by her inferiority complex
When everything is still all about 'self-love' and not 'self-pity'
When she doesn't have to be her own Knight-in-shining-armor
If only I could, I've already went back in those times
And will never come back...