The Old Me

Now, I feel like I’m not me,

Or maybe I’m new me,

The brand new me.

I guess I’m changed.

But I miss me, the old me.

I miss the type of person I was,

Not because I am changed now

But I miss that beautiful life,

When everything was so good and fine, 

That it never tried to hurt me.

Unluckily I’m here today,

With all these thoughts in my head.

It’s just the calendar that has changed. 

And so is everything.

Yes, it’s everything now,

And it’s life somehow.