" OLD ME "
There's a poem i wrote long ago, i want y'all to read and give your reviews 🐥
" MIRRORED MEMORIES "
How I miss that innocent me, who believed a blunt lie like "I am camera shy" accompanied with actions like never hesitating to send pictures.
How I miss the naive me, Who believed a white lie like, "I am an introvert" accompanied by actions like trying to socialize with every person encountered.
How I miss that happy me, Who reached cloud nine just because, "I got some attention from that one person".
How I miss that fragile me, who went down in dumps just because, "only a little argument with that person makes my glum mood all day".
How I look my current self in the mirror, with an emotionless face, wondering what my expressions should be, what should I be feeling, am I even allowed to feel.
If we don't talk about the past anymore, doesn't mean it's not there, it will always persist, neither will it ever perish from our memories, we just pretend that it's not there.
Yes, I do think about my old self... Who was in a long slept mirrored reality...