My heart has gone so far,
and now it’s like an unlit star.
I’m upset and cry everynight,
I’ll look at the clock and see it is already midnight.
I’m so tired of not doing the sport I love, I wish I were a dove and fly high above.
I go through a lot of pain
that I lose confidence, not gain.
I don’t know who I am anymore,
I can’t explore ’cause I don’t do what I adore.
the real me is somewhere behind me,
and I can’t find it so I can’t be who I want to be.
I get so lost acting like someone I’m not,
the real me is something I forgot.
This post was submitted by Robyn Lidochek.