By Sanskriti Jain
In my teenage years, I began to wonder
How and when my childhood was lost and gone?
When did it become just a fragment of memories?
Now I think, where did the little girl go, the carefree, always smiling girl,
Not yet tainted by the darkness around her?
She may not have been good at much, but what she did was with passion.
These were not just hobbies; they were the love of her childhood, her whole life.
But today, look at the same girl—
She has no hobbies or interests anymore.
All she does now is try to blend in with the hypocritical world,
Pleasing everyone around her, no matter what has happened to her.
She lost herself in the effort to fit in.
Now she is fake smiling, just surviving each day.
She battles her own mind constantly,
But whenever someone asks if she’s okay,
She lies and says, “Oh! I’m living a life full of blissful moments.”
How I wish I could go back to that little girl
And tell her, “You are perfect and the best version of yourself.
Don’t ever change for the world; change yourself for the world. Just be happy forever and be yourself.”
By Sanskriti Jain
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