Ink Stained Soul…

I miss the version of me that never felt like I had to hold back.
She was free and fire.
The one that resides inside now is more reserved.
She tries her best to hide how she feels.
Full of conversations she wishes you were having.
All the things that pop in her mind that make her want to text you.
No, that version is long gone too covered in darkness to feel safe.
I just let her feel hollow and cry until she applies her mask for the world once more.