I see my face, but it’s not quite me,
A shadow, a stranger, who try to take my place.
The “me” I knew feels so far away,
Like a shadow fading with each passing day.
What am I? A question unclear,
Lost with my thoughts, drowned in fear.
Who am I? A story untold,
A mystery waiting to unfold.
My mind is tired, restless, and slow,
Once full of light, now I don’t know.
Focus slips like water through cracks,
A boat adrift, never turning back.
What’s wrong with me? I can’t explain,
Stuck in a prison made of my pain.
The path ahead feels so far,
But I still dream of finding my star.
Maybe losing myself is a way to start,
To find new hope, to heal my heart.
So I’ll keep searching, I’ll try to see,
The truth behind what makes me, me.
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- Comment from author about the poem: what am I or who am I. I can't find myself anymore. I don't know me anymore. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with my mind? Why can't I be focus, is not med problem anymore. Is become my personal problem. But I don't know how to overcome this.
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That’s a sad way to feel ..
A great poem, I always feel like a shadow of who I once was. Enjoyed reading it.
A sad and touching piece of writing about their struggles with dealing with the past and at the moment it is holding them prisoner. If you can still dream a little than there is hope that eventually the pain will start to heal, well written piece.
Not a med problem? I know all problems are internal, and eternal.
May you find your way.
Well written and expressed
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