The guilt is eating me up inside,
I try so hard to forget,
But every single thing I see,
Reminds me and fills me with regret.

I don't know who I am anymore,
I have forgotten myself,
I am a mystery,
An unknown book on a bookshelf.

I am lost,
My mind is a mess,
I can't remember the old me,
The one who was blessed.

I am a mystery to myself,
I don't know what lies within,
Is it dark is it blue,
Is it a place where I can win?

So here I stand,
Asking myself in vain,
'Who are you?
Will I ever know you again?'

~Sharanya