Scraps of Myself

Sometimes, I look behind and laugh at myself
For all the foolish acts I had put on.
At present, I wish I could go back to the past.
If only I could freeze the time and stay forever there
In the bubble that I created with my lively laughter and chatter. 

If only I didn’t have to care about the opinions of people around me.
If only I could just live for myself.
Not the shadow of who I seem to be.
If only I could find my long-lost playfulness.

And now it finally makes sense
I had lost myself ages ago.
All I have left is the remains of the illusion of me.