Weird it is that you’re seemingly lost
yet you find ways to find me;
I see through eyes that aged long back
the dreams that once defined me;
Whatever would I do if I go looking
for whoever I left behind me.
No where close to who I was
I stand to be someone I can’t stand,
My calm hides raging storm within–
lightening and thunders without rain;
Yet unyeilding shell of fake smiles,
hides rawness in the refined me.
Mirrors I hate for mocking the old me
that sold me…
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Loved reading this …
I stand to be someone I can’t stand’
♥️
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Thank you, Roksana! I wish I can truly be what I started off to be
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You can ….
Believe ♥️
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I love the last lines
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That felt personal and raw, Shaily. I also found myself relating to it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete! In order to survive, we often become what we never liked.
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