Used To Be

I used to be a Fighter, Never called it quit

Stood up to the society where I never really fit

I used to be an Achiever, always looking for the win

Losing was not an option but more of a sin

I used to be curious, to learn the new things

Walked on tiny legs but strived for the wings

I used to be a Thinker, thinking of all there is

Thought of all the ways for the moments to be ceased

I used to be Happy, Most important of all

I don't know what went wrong when I grew old

Maybe I was a Dreamer having a Reality with different plans

Maybe I was a Believer, believing my happiness will enhance

Maybe I am just delusional, having put into a trance

Maybe I am just too lost now to think I still have a chance

I think, it's all the wrong people I met and all the right people I lost

I think it's having no one to stand by me that affected me the most

Left alone in the world as if invited to a house with no one to host

I used to be something and am something else now

Lost the childhood in a blink, became an adult with self-doubts

How far can I go on before my time runs out

Is there a point of this life and what's it about?