What I miss

What I miss

What I miss, I miss me, 

It is not like I am not happy, 

I am happy as a wife.

But I miss being myself, I miss being me.

I miss the boldness I was once, 

I miss the zest I once had.

I miss the life of freedom I once lived. 

I miss being the boss of my life.

I miss being that vivacious lassie. 

I miss the life where I asked no permission.

I miss the life where I make my own decisions.

It's just that I miss being me, I miss myself.
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