Can I back out of my misery?

Or is that like backing out of who I am?

It’s hard to separate pain from personality.

It’s hard not to see mysef as how I feel.

I can’t back out of my sorrow

When it’s who I am.

But maybe it’s only who I’ve become.

Maybe the real me is still at peace, kindhearted and curious.

Maybe she still laughs and smiles, and feels the sun on her face.

Maybe she’s still in me somewhere,

I just forgot her for awhile…