A Grown Portrait

I tainted a picture of myself. I scratched off my face because I did not care for how it looked. Still, frozen in this flat 2 deminsional portrait. I erased my face because it was not what I desired others to see. And I didn't want anyone to judge me. I didn't want anyone to say exactly what I was thinking about me. In that portrait, in that freeze. Now that I am older, I wish my face was still there, I remember that girl that was lost and burned by the world, that face was so rare. Now it is gone, scratched off, tainted, never to be revealed again- to compare to her now, who's face I can't stop looking at.