The person that I thought you were was full of life and fun; vibrant, full of goodwill, and a sense of adventure that compared with no-one. I felt at home when I talked with you, and I thought you understood; I shared my faults and silly dreams, never doubting the security of our sisterhood. I opened up my home to you, a childhood we never had, But little did you care- you made me feel scorned, as if my existence were sad. You took the person I thought you were and shattered her on the ground, I've tried to pick up the pieces, but they make no sense to me now. You've insulted a world that I hold dear, and betrayed the people that I love most. I'm moving forward now, I'm healing, but where you used to be- it's closed. I want to take that place in my heart, and make it whole and pristine; But that can only happen if I find that it's a dream. I want to pick up the broken hearts you left in your devastating wake - But the girl you are doesn't care about the victims that she takes. The girl that I thought you were would be in shock at the person that you are; But the girl you are finds that person a naive and inconvenient scar. To make sense of these two people is too much for me to handle; So I'll mourn the person I thought you were-because I loved her- But she's no more than a snuffed out candle. I'm torn between wanting those memories, and hoping they disappear. Because the person you are has no regard for the girl that I loved dear. So here's goodbye to a girl I loved, and here's trying to like the new. Because the ache I feel for the girl I lost was completely brought on by you.