The me I used to be

I wish I was the old me

The old me I used to be

I wish that I had stayed ten times and weird

and didn’t give into people’s sneers

I wish that I had kept my mind open

more open than it is now

because if you only knew

the things I used to be able to do

you’d just think ‘wow’

I wish I was the old me

The old me I used to be

I wish I was the same creative mind

I wish I hadn’t began stifling it with time.

I wish I hadn’t begun to mind

what people thought of me all the time

I wish I hadn’t ever given in

and started to lose the magic within.

But it’s not too late

It’s not all gone

I haven’t completely forgotten my song.

It’s here somewhere

Just have to let it out

Need to rebuild my confidence

and remove self doubt.

I miss the old me

The old me I used to be

But here I am rebuilding again

It’s time to say hello to my old friend

The me I used to be.

Published by E. Lexi Abbott

A free spirit and a wild soul. I am a writer who is seeking the inspiration found in the crannies and nooks of life. My goal is to combine the world in my head with the world around me one page at a time.

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