a quest to find myself again

The days were brighter then, When without the slightest effort, I’d succeed in making a good impression. Now it seems no one knows me to be “good”, How will they? I’ve hardly provided any proof I used to swim in an ocean of praise, And I’d bring home what I perceived to be, good grades. My smile-wreaked of genuine ecstasy Now it seems to be impregnated with melancholy. Desolated and a mess, I’m losing the best part of myself. I feel as though I’m burning out like a candle, One, I fear won’t ever rekindle. My passion, I know has not yet, been misplaced, Even at my darkest hour, I refuse to let years of hard work go to waste. It’s foolish to even think That I’m on the brink Of failing to chase a legacy Created by the so-called “old” me. To great lengths I’d go to get that girl back And as I’m latching on to the faintest hope of getting her on track I urge her not to abandon me and depart forever Because I don’t know who I am without her.