After years of feeling dormant
I felt alive again
I felt like im change
But didn't know those feelings of
ignorance, insequirity
Still reside in me
I want to let go
Brush em up from me
But they r still entagled like a cactus to a
tree
Poking, proding inflicting them onto me
Evaporating all the warm heat inside of me
Now im distant and cold
Waiting for fire to burn those dreams
To bring the old me
The one who wasn't easily bullied
The one who wasn't crtisize for being the real me
The one who was happy go lucky
The one who hated writing poetry
