Who am I?

For a long time I lost sight of who I was.

I hated myself. I doubted my existence.

Who I were and who I became were different people.

Everything was black, there was no joy around,

For if you don't know who you are,

How will you let the world know?

There was no light, it all seemed vain.

And I thought I'd never put the pieces together again.

Time heals all wounds.

It's cliche but so true.

The me who was, will never be again.

But I learned who I am anew.

The old me will never be again.

And that's okay...