Perhaps, you have grown so much, and you should be proud of yourself – you have come so far. Like alchemy.
I have become a different person;
How ironic,
Before I was the one doing it to others,
But now they were the one doing it to me –
It could be full of tears;
Tears of the tragic fate world,
And tears of the captivated word.
I am not used to it;
I used to be that girl to like someone head over heels,
Not to be liked by someone too much;
I was a base metal –
Not a gold;
I used to be that kind of person who stares at someone she likes until it melts,
Not the one to be stared by someone because it likes –
I was not a universal elixir;
I used to be this fan girl,
Not the one to look up to,
But . . . the warm wind blew too hard;
It made my hair splash in my face,
And I did not know what to chase;
The before, or the after?
Well, do I need to care?
In a land full of enchantment,
Where everything is a massive time-rent,
There was a metal turned into gold,
And it once screamed, "I cannot."
But it can,
And it knows if, by some means, someday – and one day,
The gold could turn into a metal again,
Because nothing is a long-lasting gain,
And you should treasure –
You should not refuse,
Because what if – one day,
It all turned into a roaring abuse.
It is kind of weird;
And cool, and happy;
And sad, and enchanting;
And tragic, and magical;
And cruel, and marvelous;
Because I felt like . . . I have become a different person today.
