Maybe I'm not who I always thought I was,
Not as cool, not as attractive, and so on and so forth.
Feels as though my eyes have been wiped clean and the world is in proper view,
But I'm nervous by these findings because I'm talking to myself but saying 'you'.

So frequently I miss the old me,
So often do I smirk and smile at who I once was.
Though it doesn't all sit right,
Because I'm up late thinking night after night.

I want to feel real again, I want to feel life.
I want to explode, I want to just let go.
I want to scream, I want the words to fly from my heart and crash into the ears of my peers.
It's a hopeful feeling of darkness that I posses.