Rhythm of my Mind

Lost

Who am I?
Who am I when I can't express myself?
An object? A figment of society's imagination?
So should I express myself?
Do I even now how to?
When I've been stuck in this loop for so long now
Have I really, finally lost myself?
Have I lost who I really am?

But if I know anything,
It's that I wish I could turn back time.
I wish I could turn back the time to before
I really lost myself.
Back to an age where people didn't judge,
And people didn't care about how you expressed your individuality.

Oh I wish I could remember where it all went wrong,
Before society decided it time to intervene.