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I MISS...

I so very want to go back to my old life. When I was my BEST COMPANION! I hate dependence and being attached. For i have understood the fact how messy I can be when I open up, for i feel no one can understand me because i never let them. I am always the one to take a step back first! 

 I miss being me…
When I was on my own
Broken but smile was known!
When none would know
For I never would show
I just want to go back there
I and HE were where
When I needed no one
In my sunken eyes: bright sun.
When I knew the right
HE was my guiding light
The introvert me I miss
Being mysterious was bliss.
My problems were mine
Yet there was an inner shine
My mind was at peace
When people cared least
Me being my biggest support
Victorious in HIS court
When I was sure of things
Why, the caged bird sings!
 I was happy with myself
Wearing mask hiding real self
It was all fabulous back then
I was safe in my inner den
With profound and calm darkness
With awkward inner weirdness
When you were just a distant star
I acknowledged being far!
I regret showing you my inner crazy
My confidence a little hazy…
For with you I seldom can
Hide the insane as I am
For I never have known
How to behave on my own
I want to go back to my
Old life of being the shy!
Bach back back back back
Aye my bags already packed!!!

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