I used to be ambitious.
I did well in school
I had goals
I looked forward to the future
I used to be creative.
I played music
I sketched
I baked
I used to be happy.
I smiled
I joked
I laughed
Where did that person go?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
