Eyes Up

By: Megan

Looking back at it now I miss my old days.
The ones where I didn’t care what others said
Or wouldn’t breakdown every week over something stupid.
I miss the days when I would not think about what I was going to wear
Or would act silly just because.
I miss the days when I would walk with my eyes up instead of my head sunk to the ground trying to disappear.
Truth is those days were only a year ago.
I think to myself what happened to me?
Why can’t I go back to being her?
I try so hard to just look up every once in a while
But then I lock eyes with someone and painfully want to get out.
Confidence is not something that lies within me.
I created it.
And when cities have been created they can be destroyed twice as fast.
The destroyer came along and ripped up every piece of me and threw me like I was nothing.
And now I am here trying to put my pieces back together 
But there are far too many and they are deeply wounded.