The Yearning of Oneself
I found myself back then
Looking for answers I couldn’t seem to find
I searched high and low,
And it was never a day I wasn’t on the go
I’ve always tried my best to smile
Even when tears were near to went dry.
Every day was nearly a pain,
Suffocated in my frustration and despair
I never thought it could hurt so much inside
And whatever that was, the old me she used to cry.
Tears were falling down her face
She was always hiding alone
And wished to be replaced by someone else
Just to get away from this meaningless world.
The old me was always too frustrated to know better
But since she got more time to think, she pulled herself together
The question wasn’t about who she’s trying to be
But if she dares to be herself deep down inside.
The old me
She yearned to be me.
– Miracle, the Seraphim.