I used to know her

I used to know her
when she was still full of life,
when she wanted to explore
and live her life to the fullest.

I used to know her
when she still believed
in fairytales; when she still
believed in happy endings.

I used to know her
when her smile was real,
when she didn’t know
how to fake emotions.

I used to know her
when her tears were
a symbol of her innocence,
and not of her pain.

I used to know her
when she always said or did
what she felt like, without
thinking of the consequences.

I used to know her
when she didn’t know how to be silent.
But now, all she ever does
is not speak her heart out.

I used to know her
but now I’ve lost her.
She’s a stranger to me now.
I’m a stranger to myself.

P.S.-

This poem is kind of a personal letter to myself.