The person I was

I've come to miss the person I was but still like the person I've become. Not by choice but by decision for I know no one can love me better if not on mission The person I was knew no fear and had no filter I am happy for that but the person I am has come to overcome fear and live happily even with it being near The person I am have come to understand hypocrisy and the need to hide through suffering and pain but still refused to follow those ways The person I am is desperate to be released, continuously hoping for the day to wane but still became a writer to remain sane and never forgets to pray So yes I love the person I was but I'm proud of who I've become for my trials did not make me succumb