_*authors note: it’s not gonna rhyme_

I often wonder if I’ve lost myself,

It probably sounds funny to say it like that.

But it’s true.

I’m sure that I’ve lost myself somewhere,

in the deep parts of me in the last few years.

It’s odd.

Becuase I know a part of me is still there,

but not fully.

And I always try to search deep down inside of me, hoping, praying to just be me again.

And I see everyone saying how much they’ve grown,

when I’m still here trying to get out of this stage of half kid, half teenager.

I already know this search may never end,

just chasing my own tail for eternity.

But I really hope it will.

Because I’m tired of not being able to see the sunlight filled clouds,

tired of drawing a smile on my lips like some kind of clown.

I just want to rediscover myself,

like a treasure just waiting there.

But this chest is staying buried for a long time.