What happened to who I used to be?
Fun loving, positive and care free.
Always responsible, get the job done.
Now I feel stripped of me, who have I become?
Sometimes a prisoner of the choices I’ve made,
Wanting to break free from all the rules that are laid.
Slowly becoming someone I don’t even know,
remnants of the old me smothered with no room to grow.
Grasping at threads of a past life of hope
Watching the year’s wiz by learning simply to cope.
It seemed like I had an eternity to make my dreams come true
But middle age has crept upon me my remaining dreams are few.
I should feel gratitude for all the blessings in my life
I have my health; I’m a mother and even a wife.
Instead I’m filled with guilt for the sadness I’m feeling
And yearn for something more so my soul will start healing.
Deep down inside a piece of that old me remains
And yearns for the time to break free from its chains.