My Old Self

The phone is ringing

but I don’t answer it.

I’m not I the mood

for conversation, so I just sit.

I have been feeling down

for the last few days

and the last thing I need

is to explain my ways.

People are starting

to worry about me

and can’t understand

what the reason could be.

I know I will never

be my old self again,

but I have to find

a version I can maintain.

To put on a face

I can show to them all

and then back

to my own world I can crawl.

reflection of finger in a mirror
Photo by Jenna Hamra on Pexels.com

 

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2 thoughts on “My Old Self

  1. Going through a hard time and not wanting to explain yourself to anyone, I can relate to that. Beautiful poem 👍

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