When I was a kid I used to look forward,
Now all I do is look back.
Maybe I'm trying to find something I've lost,
Retracing old steps to find it.
When I was a kid I used to be fixed,
Now all I am is broken.
Maybe I'm trying to retrieve those pieces,
Retaking old steps to find it.
When I was a kid I used to be happy,
Now all I am is sad.
Maybe I'm searching for my silver lining,
Remaking old cells to find it.
When I was a kid I used to speak,
Now all I am is silent.
Maybe I'm trying to lose myself,
Replacing old sounds to find it.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoesiaThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.