Where did I lose myself?

The pen I write with,
The book I write on,
The mind I write from,
Everything reminds me who I am.

The old me,
Who lost her innocence with the cruel world,
Who lost her affection with the growing fights,
Who lost her dreams with the dimming lights.

I wanted to be free,
I wanted to be known,
I wanted to be like a tree,
But I had to do what was told.

Like the lantern, I used to shine,
Like a princess, I used to dine,
Like a angel, I used to fly,
Like a girl, I used to cry.

I was different,
I was special,
I wasn’t arrogant,
I was capable.
@_amorist__13

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