What I Once Was

What I Once Was What was I but a memory long gone. Fate dealt her hand much faster than intended, erasing what was left. Stripped of all that was me, changing though not for the better. Struggles consume me I fight a daily battle, normal? Not even sure I remember what it even is. Hiding behind laughs, smiles and jokes no one sees my mask I wear, that hides my hurts, fears and doubts. Pain is a real existence that cannot be escaped. This is what's left of what I call me. By T.M Shuert