Lost

I’ve lost myself for too long

Seems as though I’ve carried along different personalities

The one that fits the different lives I’ve been living

Somehow I feel I’ve lost count of all facades and sharades

The mask

The beard

Covering up my true self to benefit others

I call myself good

I let myself go so I could a smile on their faces

While I don’t remember what it’s like to really smile with so much joy

The one I miss

The one that brightens up a place

The one that holds so much grace

I know somewhere deep down the real is still fighting for a spot

In the front lines

Shouting, screaming

Give me a shot!

I am you