Final

     Stop coming back for me; the me who you look for, but not here. It brings me tears at your pitiful state, but in the end I can't help but laugh. See—now look at me with all the glam and beauty, and as you observe, pretty boys flock around me like butterflies attracted to a flower with utmost care and unconditional love; unlike you who disregarded me like trash.

    Who's so bad now? I'm glad that those years spent being depressed and anxious for you is no longer coming back. Bow down and look closely at the superior being in front of you. She's no longer the same person as before. Not the girl who's there for you when you needed someone to lick your wounds and certainly not the same girl who became so fragile and weak when she saw your retreating back holding some other girl's arms, as if her existence meant nothing to you.

     But wait a second.

     Why are you leaving? The show's not over yet, I'm not finished talking to you! Did my existence really nothing to you? Have I not become pretty enough? It's not enough! Feel more guilt, look at me, want me back and love me even more. Those years that I spent with you, repay them back. Repair my torn heart that you walked over so many times, refill my tear ducts that have gone dry from crying every single day, and most of all, repay me for those lost years.

     Don't leave me again for the second time. Why can't you just smile towards me one more time? Stop making me cry even after everything, stop making me so damn frustrated!

    Stop ruining my plans for you to love me once more; to those days where you loved me and only me...