Ignorance to Understanding

Once, I was a child
Young, innocent, revered
Once, I was adorable, wide-eyed, and open-minded
Loving every sight, smell, and taste the world gave me
It was a gift, and who was I to deny it?
But then time passed, and I began to grow
And soon I began to realize that the world is like coffee
It smells so good, looks divine, but it tastes bitter.
No longer were people fighting with pillows;they used words.
When I grew older, the words meant more than they did before.
"Ugly, Lardo, disgusting" were just my nicknames, but now I knew what they meant.
Soon, each word slashed deeper and deeper, and soon there was no child left.
Only a battered young woman stood in her place.

This poem is about: 
Me

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