I haven’t been feeling like me
I feel like someone else is in my body
I’m living out my dream
In the city that never sleeps
Finally people know my name
But I don’t feel known
This city is mine
But I feel like I’m walking on glass
I want people to think I’m being me
But in reality Im not sure where to find her
I thought that leaving would fix me
But I still find myself wandering
Maybe if I change one small thing
I’ll come back to who I am
Maybe if I keep pretending
It’ll become my reality
If anyone happens to find me,
Could you send her back to my body.
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I will come back to it later
The poem is wrapped in two different thoughts. I'm trying to decipher what you really meant in the poem.
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Hello beautiful soul
This is a good one. Check your DM’s.
Sending love,
Tim