I’m not who I used to be…
Like expensive china left in the hands of toddlers
under appreciated and misunderstood
I’m not who I used to be…
Silently screaming with dry tears and fake smiles
Masking pain behind efforts of perfection
I am the evergreen
Constant throughout the seasons
Come what may I have managed to stand firm
As if my roots extend deep beneath the surface
Giving me leverage to balance in the storm