It seems impossible that a person can change in so short a time. In recent days, due to circumstances, I've been made to face the monster in myself. It terrified me like nothing could ever do. Now I understand the truth of that old adage - "The greatest enemy is yourself".

It's hard to pick up the pieces. Harder still to keep my plunging self-esteem afloat, if it hasn't already hit rock bottom. I guess one could say it's my ultimate retribution, no matter what name it comes by, I'm done in. Beaten into the dust, humbled, and finally that proud persona is falling away.

What am I? Is that really me? Where is the sweet innocent girl that every boy would fall for? The untainted purity of heart, the virgin-white history? What am I?

A dirty spot on white linen.