Can you remember,

who you were,

before the world told you,

who you should be?


Can you remember,

what you loved to do,

before the world told you,

what you should do instead?


Can you remember,

how you cried at your pain,

before the world told you,

how you should hide it behind a smile?


Can you remember,

a place where you could be anything,

before the world told you,

you should be anything but yourself?


Can you remember,

how you reveled and wondered at the universe,

before the world told you,

come back to Earth?


If there was any question,

I could ask you.

I would ask.

can you remember?


Can you remember,

what it felt like to be you,

before the world told you,

who you should be, instead?

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any and all references to any living persons or other works are purely coincidental