I use to be defined for my kind and caring soul.

But shit happened.

It's hard to go back to normality without thinking (other people are thinking) you're a fake.

I'm sad, gloomy-eyed and bitter. I walk with my head down and I don't beam with energy or luminosity.

I'm trapped.

I want to be a better version of myself but I don't think people will ever let me.

This is how I have to live now. This is who I am defined as now.