I look at you and I see someone so young
I look at me and I see someone so old
But we were both there
We journeyed the same path
We witnessed the same show
But it made a child out of you….
It made someone old out of me
I wonder what I’ll do about me
Whether I’ll ever break free
But you, you still have your whole life ahead of you
You were the victim but it seems you win!
Perhaps I chained myself in.
Unable to erase the memories….

Written by Catrina Sophia

I keep on meeting myself over and over again. Each time is different. I write for clarity but most times it is when I feel like clarity has been achieved. Most people who encounter me will say that I have a beautiful way with words. I’m inclined to say that words have a beautiful way with me.

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