Things are Different

A Story by Ashes

Just a short comparison within life.

Sometimes I wish I was a little girl again because scraped knees don't hurt as much as a broken heart.And burns don't hurt like losing that special feeling as when they do in a particular place.
When you look at me you see this sweet little girl, but that's only what you see. You have to look past what you see. If you look past me you see the dark demon that took form in this body.
You know as I type this I think of all the other horrible things that have happened in life. I can't really put them into words but I can say that they limit me.
My limits are not appealing though they are small they make me feel as if I have no power what so ever.
Things are different now things are mysterious.