I realized that I wasn’t myself anymore
The world was passing me by
I lost myself in misconceptions
Lost myself in strange illusions
It felt like I was on the outside looking in
And I couldn’t reach myself
Nothing felt right
And still it doesn’t feel right for 100 percent
I want to get back to being myself again
But can I go back to being my old self?
Did I change?
Maybe I lived a lie all that time that I was my “old self”
And I can't go back to “being myself again”
Now I still remain in the search of myself
In search of my identity...
Lovely poem Melissa, think I'm still looking for bits of me! Moyax
a great tale of discovery searching for your True Self through the maze of existence and the search shall go on and on until; a taste of certainty makes it all right a fine poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is not a poem but a narrative piece of prose. Still, your reason behind the writing is evident. You are reciting the events in your life, along with your actions and reconsider. Correct thinking and reciting.