Old Echoes

The time we were ourselves,

Whilst fighting erratic situations loftily,

Strong mindset beholds,

Fake satisfactory tears.

Playing hide and seek felt fun,

Others were amateur interests.

Standing in front of reflectors,

Visualizing ourselves the utmost.

We grew up...

To be all forgery,

Unable to wring out emotions.

Having lack of uncertainty,

Way more than faith.

To cry all secluded,

Unable to express one's true desire.

The fact that mattered the most, 

Was that we neglected ourselves.

Welp, all this doesn't matter anymore,

We failed to find ourselves.

Just as our childishness,

That still remains untouched.