A Different me

A different me,has come to be,once so full of life,is yet to feel so free.it is me,Celeste is she.How I love the control over me,my own madness,can't escape it from me,over time,as you will see,there was once a different kind of me.You will not know her,for she's mostly gone,two halves,same person,we go on,and become us strong.We adapt,as life drags on, all is done,so why can't we cry? Cry anymore,it's the way it is,why must I fight,the person I see she is.I laughed so light,I lit up the room,and pleasure from my eyes,I knew of no doom,faith,it had me,so now I know,it's weird that you say that,because I let my shelter go...