Young, Free, Alone

As a child I knew what pain was, and as an adult I still feel like the cuts on my wrist will never leave. When we were young, we were like a medow of flowers. We were happy.
But honestly now I look back it hurts and I realised that you weren't my friend. Merely an acquaintance, with whom I shared my every feeling and emotion.
You asked me for tips and called me kind or pretty, but it was all a pitty.
Girls may be made of sugar and spice, but the recipe was changed in your creation. And the rules barely followed during my own.
Trust.
I can't.
Trust.
After what you did.
And you've made me mad and insane, I hide behind a fake personality. I was told that you have to obey the rules. But if they weren't followed during my creation, how can I follow them later on.
I own my life.
I am me.
I am.
I.
I will.
I will be.
I will be your end.
The young stuttering girl to scared to speak up or even keep eye contact.
But my time has come.
And so has yours.
I'll go once the the pain leaves my thoughts.
But pains eternal.