I'm not myself anymore
Who is this person I see looking right back at me
Our lips don't move in accordance
With each other
I used to think I wasn't myself
But now I know
Just how ignorant I was
I don't act like me
No longer do I stay up all night
The only thing I want is sleep
I'm so lonely
When all I used to long for was solitude
I no longer daydream of books and fairytales
Usually I sit in a daze wondering when the day will end
I no longer play in my room
I used to deny doing it
But now there is nothing to deny
Where did I go?
The person I used to know?
I've never missed someone so much
Until the day I lost myself
Maybe one day I'll come back to me
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Thinking Is A Nasty Habit
PoetryThis is just some of my poetry that I couldn't keep in anymore. They're my thoughts on how people feel, and what I feel. I did this particularly to see if anyone else thought similar or felt anything for whatever I write.
