Lost

I’m not who I was.
I don’t know who I am.
Part of me I lost.
The other part doesn’t give a damn.

Things aren’t the same,
And they never will.
The parts that are gone.
I now must try to fill.

Through the years things were dropped.
Over here and over there.
I don’t even recognize myself
When in the mirror I stare.

Who is this person?
This man I’ve become.
Why is my outlook,
looking so glum?

What do I have to do
To become myself again?
Do I have to drop more pieces
Before finding myself begins?

I’m tired of feeling lost.
It’s taken quite a toll.
The pieces I will pick up.
Pieced together I will become whole.