My wild child phase...

A little experience written down to remind me of what I had become.

The girl within me is kinda fickle minded

so stubborn and young 

and quite a handful sometimes,

she goes through certain phases every now and again.

 

A few years back after a dreadful incident

she decided to turn into a typical bad ass teen

she got into trouble in every step she took

did nasty things to anyone she could,

she always dressed in black and craved for dangerous things

and imagined herself in a wild teenage film.

 

Then one fine morning she looked in a mirror

and couldn't see anymore the true one that was in her.

A girl with infinite hopes and dreams the one that inspite of everything believed in her;

This was my wild child phase and is very dear to me

because this is what helped me become what is now me.

The End

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