Once upon a time, I was a news reporter sharing my story with everyone.

Once upon a time, everyone stopped and listened to what I had to say.

Once upon a time, my life was full of light and glowing things that fascinated me.

Once upon a time, I could see the glow in everything.

Long, long ago, we moved far far away.

Long, long ago, I started to hear the shouting and see the fighting.

Long, long ago, I fought to keep my family together.

Long, long ago, it was destined to fall apart.

In a land of balance, I was battling the darkness.

In a land of balance, I became the light.

In a land of balance, I noticed I had never been the center of the world.

In a land of balance, I became one with those around me.

In times of change, there were those who hated me, bullied me.

In times of change, I was the one glowing upon the hill amidst battle.

In times of change, I filtered my feelings and hid my stories.

In times of change, I began to fall.

When hardships came, I found one person to tell my story to.

When hardships came, I broke and cried.

When hardships came, I persevered, giving up would destroy it all.

When hardships came, I learned I couldn't win alone.

Once upon a time, the world was a simple place.

Long, long ago, I watched as the real problems manifested themselves.

In a land of balance, I sheltered myself and grew to see many sides of the world.

In times of change, the world beat me down.

And when hardships came, I learned I couldn't do it alone, I got help.

Now, life is a balanced battlefield.

Now, I know the world is a complex place with layers.

Now, I know I am a complex person beyond my individual days.

Now, I am, and will always be, a child; working to get back what I lost.

The childhood that was taken away by the responsibility of keeping a family together.

A family that fell apart in the end.