Unknown

Who were you?

What did you embody

before the world told you

what you should?

What were your dreams

before life cut

your strings of hope

with a jagged, rusty knife?

Do you resemble

anything you once were

prior to the harsh

reality of

being entirely alone?

Is your inner child

still there?

Have you suffocated her

entirely?

Did the erosion of

the tides-

extremely high

then

extremely low,

take what you were

out to sea

for eternity?

What is left

of you now,

but what society

carved you out to be?