Who I Used to Be

I used to be a dreamer,
Thinking about the
Daunting future.
I used to wonder what it
Would be like to sleep with
The moon and the stars
Late at night. Do not tell them
My secrets, the ones I keep close.
They are the one I will have
Until I die. Do not tell them that
I keep things to myself as
I feel like nobody will believe me.
Do not tell them it feels like
I have seen better days.
All they see is the spring in
My steps and my voice full
Of merriment. They do not know
That it feels like I am drowning
In complete darkness. They do
Not need to know that I struggle
To let the light in. They do not
Need to know that I used to be
A seeker, who would go after
Everything and anything
That made me feel
Less alone in this world.
Do not tell them that I used
To be afraid of having nobody.
They do not need to know
That I used to hold on tight
And count until the breathing
Became easier. They do not
Need to know that I used to
Feel like I was suffocating.
All they need to know is that
I am trying to be a better person
Because of all of that. They should
Know that I am above all of that.
They should pay no attention to
The person I used to be before
Things were going good.