You keep treating me like the same naive young girl I was,

You keep behaving like I'm that girl who loved bright colours.

I'm not who I used to be,

People usually never are.

We are meant to be more,

Never one, never static.

We change like the fickle weather,

Like the phases of the moon,

Yet we don't go back to what we were.

Can you remove that filter from over your eyes?

Or have you lost your way trying to see me?

You do not know me.

You do not know who I am,

What I am like.

You've lost me.

You won't recognise me if I were to walk past you.

I wear a familiar face; it's all you see.

That girl in your memory is not me!

It's the me in my very soul that you don't know.

You haven't forgotten who I am,

For you never knew me in the first place.

I do not exist, nor did I ever, in your faulty memory;

What a tragedy!

I won't mourn for what will always be and forever has been inevitable:

You do not know me now, and you never did.

The writer is a class 10 student at Manarat Dhaka International School and College.