as always... your thoughts were running wild... overthinking as a way to see where you went wrong... and ended up in that same old room.... being locked inside... hearing the sobbing of a child... you... but 6 years old... sitting in the corner of the room... sobbing into your teddy that was long lost... your same eyes... hair... a perfect copy of your younger self.... you were forced into staring... your eyes never leaving the child you once was... that hurting innocent soul... slowly looking up at you with tearful eyes...

w-why.... why doesn't anyone l-love me...

your younger self asked... sobbing ever harder as you stared down at it....

Why... why did we become t-this.... why...

your younger self's mumbling hurt more than anything else in the world... more than any insult... more than any hit... an innocent child locked in your head... living in constant pain from what you've become...