Oh, How the Times Have Changed.

I am

n o t

the person

I used

to be.

 

I am

l o s t

in this

world,

trying to

find

my way.

 

It all started

that day

when you came,

looking to

t a k e

what I

cannot

give.

 

You took it

anyway,

despite

p r o t e s t s

and tears.

I will

not

soon forget

that day.

 

Now,

I don’t know

w h o

I am.

Maybe if

I search,

traverse this

grief-ridden

world,

I’ll find the

real

me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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