I Miss Me, Too
She said she misses me.
I said I miss me, too.
I miss when I wasn't so jaded
By the masquerades.
When every day, I didn't wake up
On the wrong side of the bed
With my mind plagued.
When I looked to help because
It's how I was raised.
But now, think twice because everybody
Is just using good people nowadays.
When I didn't feel unappreciated.
I miss when I wanted love,
Hopeful I could find it.
Now I'd rather stay secluded,
A recluse with a noose around my neck;
One second from jumping to my death.
Ok, fine. I didn't really mean that last line,
But the point is at times,
I feel like I was a little more kind.
Without me forcing myself to smile,
I was happy, I was cool to be around.
Before social media started to
Showcase the worst of people.
The racism, the sexism, and it
Being accepted.
I miss me, too.
Because I haven't a clue how to escape
My mind's prison, or the hell that I reside.
When I didn't carry this 'S' on my chest,
When the pressure was on me,
Is really when I was at my best...
But now..
I think I've been filtered with the rest.
I've given you my best, but my best
Nowadays is less.