They ask
"do you know who you were before the world told you who you should be?"
Not this person.
Not this me.
For I'm not myself,
And,
Not who I should be.
I need help,
Finding me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Poetrythis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
Finding me
They ask
"do you know who you were before the world told you who you should be?"
Not this person.
Not this me.
For I'm not myself,
And,
Not who I should be.
I need help,
Finding me.
