The cynic I am

What Made me the way I am

THE LITTLE GIRL WHO GREW UP TO BECOME A CYNIC

BY
THE LITTLE REBEL


I used to to be all baby dolls and frills but
now all those things give me the chills.

I used to love as if life itself would never
end and I would eventually win the end.

I used to think if I would only blink reality
would be as I wanted it.

I used to express all my loves openly and free
but now I hide them because they are all I
have.

I used to breathe in air so serene but it is now
polluted by my past tragedies.

I used to play never knowing that one day I
trade my smile in for a scowl.

I used to hope love would come knocking at my
preverbal door.

I used to to pray every night and day that the
colors would stay and never fade away.

I used to to believe that the world was waiting
for me just outside my front door but after
opening it many times with no one on the other
side has killed all of my dreams and made me
scream and lead me to this cynical scheme.