Bits of me remain broken and battered,
At times still anxious and sad,
Yet at the same time i am somebody new,
Or should i say returning to who i once was,
Full of life and one very strange mind,
Not shy but quite out there,
Not afraid to be me proud of who i am,
For years been not me but somebody else,
Could i really be returning into that person,
Very few have seen and known.
What will they think of this me,
If i keep going this way,
As i realize why i get called wild child,
Only because that me is approaching again,
That me that just freaked mum out,
A friends says wow you are trouble,
I say yes indeed i am,
They seem to like this me,
What an adventure this could be.
Returning to who i once was,
Could this be my doom?,
Soon to find out for now i have a social week,
Friends of old and friends of new,
Not used to be being so bold,
When I'm up I'll be wild,
When I'm down it'll be worse than they have seen,
Maybe this returned me can help bring those who need it up,
If i can keep floating and just forgetting,
Then i can focus on helping them,
Be that person so hard to knock down,
The person people once loved.
