The Old Me

Hollowed and tied back to the bumble tree

Or maybe pushed off and truely set free 

Waiting, Waiting, Exstaticly -for others to valide me

 

Shaking,berated,I'm breaking inside

I'M TRAPED HERE

Shaken down and abused by my mind

That's Not Him- he's missing that twinkle he had in his eye

Over and Over, I keep thinking -

Are last words were a fight

 

I'm Traped Here

In this dungeon I created Inside

Lets go back, to the old me

When that little girl's fire burned high

 

i'm traped here

i'm traped

no... Your...  NOT...

 

That girl you refer to, is hurt and she burns you

Her happiness an ember of fasades

Her happiness a mirage gain from Jane, Tim, and Todd

 

Your self love is strong

Compare yourself wrong

 

To the sufficating 

Black and Blue 

Old You

 

 

*Editors Notes

If your feeling like your in a rut you can't go back to who you were before.

That version of you is more  toxic than you know and so its time to admire the new you for it's qualitys and not it's faults. Growing up and dealing with the death of a friend has truely taught me inner love. If you are  not nice to yourself who will be?

Growing up is finding room to love yourself fully and without exeption.