These days, I don’t feel much of myself anymore.
I don’t smile like I used to, and I blame no one for that.
I own up to my actions, and that’s all right.
These days, I don’t talk as much as I once did, and no, it’s not all right.
I’m done burning bridges and now I’m alone on my island of desolation with no way out.
I have so much to say, so much to share, but I’m on mute.
These days, nothing feels like it used to.
The twinkles in my eyes are gone, and now I have bags underneath them.
I’ve gotten pale; perhaps it comes with this phase?
I’m not alive; I don’t think this is how to live.
I pick my words carefully these days,
It still doesn’t matter though.
I’m too scared to speak, and that’s not what I want.
I’m a caricature of what I once was,
that’s what it feels like to be me.
I walk in these shoes that weigh me down and I’m tired of them!
I don’t want to live this way.
What has become of my emotions these days?
They seem to have abandoned me like I have everything else.
I blame no one for the way I feel these days,
I like to think it’s my fault that this all happened.
I’m writing this as a reminder that no one is to be blamed for my abrupt exit.
I had everything and took it all for granted,
Now karma must have its due.