I guess I am lost, 
Lost in the expectations. 

I want to leave, 
But it is a tough decision. 

It has become less about me, 
And more about what people expect me to be. 

I don’t want to give up, 
But what is my option? 

To find me, 
I have to give it all up. 

I ain’t there yet, 
But someday, I will. 

I want to enjoy that day, 
With everything I have. 

I want to witness the sun changing colours, 
And sky shedding tears. 

I want to dance in the moonlight, 
While being barefoot at the seaside. 

The star will sing their lullaby, 
And the moon will shine brightly, 
Making my heart race, 
Everyone will be happy. 

The colourless night will be my canvas, 
And then I will repaint my story. 

The story of the lost me, 
The story of finding myself again, 
The night will be young, 
And I will write again.

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