2025-04-28 - 9:42 p.m.
I used to be so sure of who I was.
I knew what I believed,
what I wanted,
what was right.
I used to be such an optimist.
Who am I know?
A wandering soul,
lost in the dark,
in the shadows of this dreary world?
(I'm such a drama queen)
No, I still remember what I used to feel.
I remember how that flame felt,
but now I'm unsure.
I remember when I was decisive,
when right was right,
and that was that.
Now right isn't always right,
nothing's simple anymore.
I've changed so much,
but is it really for the better?
