Two years ago I was a young naive freshman looking for the best in everyone

She was someone who was giddy, blind of what to become of the future. 

If someone would have put a mask over my eyes

I would have probably moved through life better

One year ago I was in a completely different location 

but the same place I had been the year prior 

I was the “new” girl all over again. 

Instead I now sit in silence with new overarching fears from the previous year. 

Now I know better

Not everyone believed to be a good person

Pleasure now comes quietly, in the small things

Today, I am not either of those things

I am my own personnot hiding behind a curtain of who I was