Time scares me.
There's never enough of it.
As the clock turns, I feel difference.
I don't want to change.
I want to go back.
I've lost myself.
I don't recognize myself anymore.
I no longer know who I am
Or what I stand for.
Words come out of my mouth,
That just a month ago,
I would have never said.
My own voice sounds foreign.
I hear my own words,
But I cannot understand a single one of them.
Their voices confirm my worst fears;
They tell me that I haven't been myself.
They ask me what is wrong,
But I can't answer them.
I don't know why I've changed,
I just want to go back.
To who I used to be.
The things I used to love are garbage to me now.
I want so much to be excited,
I want so much to feel the same,
But all I feel is dull.
Empty and forever gray.
I want to look at you, and feel at home.
But suddenly we are strangers.
Suddenly we are different.
Who am I?
Who is this person inside of me,
And what has she done?
