Back when times were easier
And I had feelings
When I wasn’t trapped in this addiction
Moving through life like a ghost
I still have dark days
Days where my confidence for one reason or another has been shattered
Part of the reason this time is I could truly get myself into having a good time at a concert, the one social event I do in a while, and I was the awkward one standing on the edge
Not showcasing Me
I can’t. I am trapped in this addiction cycle.
Back to the good ol’ days,
Back when times were easier
I went to school
And I had feelings.
About people.
Back before this addiction came and embedded itself into my life like a sto-away troll or a stilagtite on a barge
Sooner or later the weight will sink the ship during its course at sea.
I want to get it off my boat before it does.
I’m still working at finding the right combination of salt and baking soda.
Still working.
Back to the good ol’ days
Back when times were fun
I went to school
And I had feelings
About real people.
Whom I interacted with every day
And received recognition from
In some sort of way.
I remember you. It was unrequited love, but to me it was just love. I had love on my life.
I do miss that.
Back to the good ol’ days.
Where times were easier.
And I had thoughts
And feelings
About Real People.