Jul 2018
The one who I long to be,
Is not anyone else,
Truthfully, it is simply me.
A younger me,
A blissful me,
A lost me.
A different person, a different time.
I have grown into a new shape,
Constructed by those around me.
All I want is to go back to my roots.
To feel as free as I used to be.
Simply, I just want to be me.
Is not anyone else,
Truthfully, it is simply me.
A younger me,
A blissful me,
A lost me.
A different person, a different time.
I have grown into a new shape,
Constructed by those around me.
All I want is to go back to my roots.
To feel as free as I used to be.
Simply, I just want to be me.
This poem is meant to summarize the feeling of most of the population, we have become shaped by reality, we have become mirrors. We have lost the innocence that we once felt as children, unaffected by the eyes of our peers.
