Forgotten Me

 I used to smell the roses

Until others said they didn’t have a smell

 

I used to play in the rain

Until I realized it ruined my hair

 

I used to lay in the sun all day

Until others said it was unsafe

 

I used to help strangers and talk to them

But now I walk past them every day

 

I used to see the good in everyone

But now I am always in doubt

 

I used to be so hopeful

But now  at times I feel that all hope is lost

 

They say with age comes wisdom

Yet I envy the old me

 

For I miss the pure innocence

Before fear hindered the genuine kindness in me

 

I used to be in touch with the world and myself

Until others convinced me that I shouldn’t be

 

But maybe we should not listen to others

And embrace our ” forgotten me”