I wasn't,
then was
Then wished I wasn't again
So many breaks within my face
Within my lonely skin
I sinned and prayed and lost my way
I lost my faith to darker days
I lost myself to find myself
I'm still lost trying to find myself
The man in the mirror looks like me, seldomly
I wonder how strange I'll be when I see these words at 23
I start so many things
Just for another me to see
I exist as one of many
Of me, there are plenty

Today, I say goodbye to you
The person I am, but never knew
This is me at 17
Still fond of hope and beautiful dreams.