When did I change?

When did I grow up?

Was it when I realized that this world will always remain unfair?

Or when I understood that no one in this would love me unconditionally except my parents?

When did I become this strong?

Was it when my eyes got tired of tearing?

Or when I decided to let go of people who didn't care for me even though I loved them?

When did I become this fake?

Was it when I got used to putting on a brave face every morning even though I was broken from inside?

Or when I started pretending as if I don't care even when I did?

When did I become so selfish?

Was it when I stopped caring for those who used to take advantage of my kindness?

Or when I started prioritizing myself over others?

When did I change so drastically?

Was it when I killed the child in me whom I loved?

Or when I buried my innocent self who was still alive?