I wish I could go back
To the way I was before
To the person who fell in and fell out of love with ease
Who cared
Who smiled all the time
They're dead
At least for now
Maybe they'll be back
They show their face sometimes
Through the tired, carefree cage of a person
That I am
I am nothing right now
Not compared to what I used to be
I still have the test scores to prove I can
I just don't
I say I'm too tired
Really I don't know what did it
I thought of working harder
But it wouldn't get me far now that everyone sees this version
This person that doesn't feel like me
The me that died, that's buried
They're not dead and buried
They float right by the ceiling and they watch
They're disappointed they can't be me
They're still there
It feels like I'm painted along the ceiling
Following my shell
The one that follows the routine and pretends
The one that doesn't care enough to break down right in the middle of school
I, they, she, he, we, the one that watches would never
I've changed
No
I'm not me
I'm not who I am
I am the one that floats along
The shell isn't me
They aren't me
Or at least I really don't want them to be
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Head, Heart, and Soul
PoetryTW: Contains use of profane language, suicidal thoughts, depictions and/or mentions of violent or otherwise disturbing acts, mentions of mental health issues, and other things that may be triggering to some audiences. Read at your own discretion, an...
