I was a morning daylight,
Full of joy and happiness,
Not in reality but,
In the reel of life.

I was a thundering cloud,
Always roar and roar,
Not because I was strong,
Because I was afraid.

I was complaining,
All day all night,
Not to the living puppets,
But, to the almighty.

I was tired, sick of fake smiles,
And telling people all the lies,
Not because I can't stand more,
Because I wanted to be real.

I was crying inside,
And hiding all the pain,
Not because I was strong,
Because I meant to be.

I was altruist,
And trust people easily,
None, broke my trust,
But, my friends did.

NOW

I am like the ocean tides,
Dancing in my own rhythm,
Not to be wander alone,
But, to be wise.

I am an open book,
Like one in the library,
Not for everyone,
But, who ask for it.

I am a dreamer,
And my dreams unrealistic,
Not that they can't be true,
But, they just wouldn't.

I am a listener,
waiting for someone,
Not to listen their story,
But, to tell mine.

I am a common man,
A man with a story,
Not to tell everyone,
But, who deserve it.

*Lazy_winds