That Little Girl

I miss that girl,

The little girl inside me. 

Her eyes used to gleam, 

For she had so many dreams. 

She loved whole heartedly, 

And trusted blindly. 

Her heart was so pure, 

That she wasn't afraid to endure. 

She was beautifully truthful, 

What used to be in her mind

Used to be in her words too. 

She was a real one in this fake world. 

She thought that the world, 

And the intentions of it's people

Were as pure as her heart, 

Only to later get hurt and betrayed.

That hurt made her understand, 

The world is much bitter

Than she used to think, 

And its people are wearing masks. 

No one was ever as pure, 

As she used to think. 

It was her mind that saw 

The good and beautiful in others. 

She was a pure soul, 

Filled with love. 

She used to be as soft 

And pure as a little dove. 

That little girl is no more alive. 

She has reborn into a tough adult, 

Capable of hiding all her pain

And vulnerabilities in a smile. 

She understands now that

This cruel world has no place

For people with pure hearts, 

Who are just used to derive benefits. 

She is now well aware 

Of the world and its cruelties. 

And in this painful process, 

Life has made her more wise.

She now thanks life for showing her

The reality she wasn't aware of, 

For reality is much ruthless 

Than the fairytale world of her mind. 

She has become much mature

And wise than before, 

But still she misses that girl

Whose heart was clear and pure. 

A question ponders in her mind sometimes, 

Is it ever possible to get that girl again? 

If she again becomes soft as before, 

Will people now love her or hurt her again??? 

These questions  only form an infinite loop,

Inside her mind having no answers, 

But still she misses that little girl. 

The little girl who is no more there.