When I look at the person
I used to be.
I feel ashamed
That it was really me.
Always being a pain
To the people around me.
Constantly giving them
A reason to go down with shame.
I feel embarrassed
Seeing the girl with sharp words.
That bit like daggers
At whoever they were thrown.
The girl would smile
And say:
"It's ok because I was there once too."
The little devil I remember
Always makes me cower in fear.
If I were to see her now
I would be in tears at the harm she could do to me.
Even now I can still imagine
Myself being her again.
I know she's somewhere inside of me,
Waiting for me to let her out once more.
As if I have my own devil.
A devil that used to be me.
But one thing I don't regret
Is that even if I used to be that girl
The one I hate to see. 
I changed and now,
I'm someone who I'm not ashamed of.
And hope to stay that way.