Dreams

A short poem. I haven't written poetry in a long while.

I feel lost in the crowd
of who I used to be, what I wanted, and who I am now.

I feel left behind
by the hopes and dreams I always had in mind.

I feel stupid and insecure.

I feel secluded and immature.

I feel like everyone is calling my bluff.
They’ve all figured out I’m just shy of “good enough.”

I feel like I’m following the right direction,
but it seems all wrong.

I feel like I’m singing,
but I’ve lost my song.

I feel dry and empty,
yet happy for now.

I feel like I've lost those dreams,
and I don’t know how.

They’ve been neglected and have been replaced,
by someone else’s beautiful face.

This leads me to wonder
"Will they ever come back to me?"

I hope they do.
I hope that’s not all they were—just dreams.