I will not stay the way i used to be
The old me knew nothing of herself
Nothing of what she is capable of
She had so much to offer the world
Now she is dying inside
“Too bad” is what i tell myself
“About time” too
My demons, they stay awful
They do their demon duties
And i hide it well
If you understood me
My troubles are something no one can see
Something i can't explain in poetry
You might mistake it for a metaphor or hyperbole
You're not like me
You don't thrive off of lies
Just one thing you should know
The young me is still alive