1My Past, My Present, My Future
I used to cry over the small things that caused me pain,
But now I cry over the friends I've lost…
I used to listen to the sounds of nature, to the wind, to the song of the stars,
But now I can't hear, since everyone has made me deaf from the everyday screaming I receive…
I used to hope to do my best, to earn high grades, to be extra-friendly to all,
But now I do what I can, to earn what I work for, to be friendly to those who are friendly to me…
I used to be somebody intelligent, somebody who cared, somebody to run to when your world was falling apart,
But now, I am who I am, average, kind, a safety net for so-called friends...
I used to run, to laugh, to live like there'd be no tomorrow,
But now I hold myself back, I walk, I live in fear of what might happen and what could happen…
I used to be afraid of what would become of me, who I would grow up to be,
But now I see the path ahead of me is dark, telling me, I will just have to wait and see…
I used to think that everything seemed correct, that nothing could ever go wrong,
But now I see the world's imperfections, the wrong done by everyone…
I used to like to read, to release myself into a new world, with new people, where I was a part of an adventure,
But now I am aware of my surroundings, no matter where I am or what I might do…
I used to cry to release all my fear, to release all emotion from my soul,
But now I write to release my anger, to release all from my deep, sensitive self…
I used to write for school projects,
But now I write to release my uncried tears…
I used to wear what I thought was "in",
But now I wear what I like, no matter what others say…
I used to float up into the air during the day,
But now I lag behind the rest, bored and uninterested…
I used to think that the rainbow housed every color of the world,
But now I know that it is only a spectrum, a place for dreamers with their heads in the clouds…
I used to be a dreamer, a thinker, a believer,
But now I am a trapped spirit, a bookworm, a motivator for everyone except myself…
I used to bring myself up into the sky,
But now, I am only able to drive my friends up there and to come back down and gather more…
I used to be my true self, the real me,
But now all I am is a mask, a façade, a hiddensoul in a big world.
I recently added to this poem, so if the mood or tone seemed to change at all, that's why. Please review.
HgBookworm