I was a wanderer.
I got lost in the croud.
I shifted with memories that once brought me down
and I faded.
Is this really me?
A change in the person that I used to be.
But why??
Because i'm broken inside?
Not broken, but beaten and cast down to hide.
I shut down.
But isn't that good?
Not showing the person that was never understood.
And I smiled
What else could I do?
Show the sadness inside that my mind only knew?
Pastense.
Am I happy now?
Why shouldn't I be after being torn down?
But that was me.
Lost in a daze
I shut myself down and pushed all away.
But that smile.
Oh, wasn't it good?
I held on my mask and no one understood.
Forgiveness.
And I try not to hate.
Maybe the hurt was my cause to Hallucinte.
But I swear.
I'm done holding back.
I'm letting me go and not gonna act anymore.
Because i'm finally free.
Why did I chose to be someone but me?
