an idealist speaking her mind

everything is tasteless , nothing drives you , all pictures are the same colour , all songs say the same words , you feel empty , you don't know who you are anymore , you wish you can go back in time to meet the old version of you and ask it what happened ? what could have possibly happened to make you no longer able to recognize your own reflection in the mirror ?
 Was life that cruel ? is reality that hard to handle? are you sad because you changed ? do you hate your life for changing you or do you hate people who compelled you to become a different person just to be able to live among them ? since when you know hatred ? you never hated anything before .
you wish you can get back o the old you , you wish and I wish too .

Lost , not anymore

Number 5 :

I'm scared , I'm lost , I'm confused
trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do
walking among the crowds , my head goes right to left
looking for that person who hasn't gone or left
I need him so much to tell me who I am
to point to the way or just give me a hand
a compass I can use , it's inside my heart
I shall listen to its beats and see the north in my eyes
now I feel a breeze making my cheeks cold
continues to reach my ears and makes my hair floats
Is it knowledge I can taste , so sweet so warm ?
or is it me dreaming and nothing has happened at all ?
I Pinch myself and tell it it's true like you
no more doubts , you know what to do
follow your heart , trust your instinct
this is who you are , don't have a think .