I was brittle then,
Unknown and poised
Craved for a candy
As sweet as it can be
Like any other child.
Filled with dreams and aspiration.
Until when those ugly hands crawled in.
It changed me..like I was infected.
A virus that changed me into a demon so impure.
Recurring it disturbed me.
Agonizing my inner soul.
Wished for thousands of times,
It was a dream again.
Something that pained,
But it remained like a scar forever.
