I miss the person you were.
I regret change not for my sake, but for yours.
I miss your kind smile,
and the innocence in your eyes.
We've both taken separate roads and although I swore to never lose you;
I see us now and I swear our friendship is falling through.
What is this you do to yourself?
Doubt, insecurity; hiding who you were like a doll on a shelf.
Is this some sort of game?
A ploy to gain some sort of fulfilling fame?
You are more than you think;
I believe in you, you are capable of more than they say and so much more than you believe.
Drop the label; you are made up of so much more than the reputation you aspire toward.