Just a bad dream

Today, I was reminded of a nightmare of mine that took place at the age of five.

I don't know how this person found me.

I hope it was just a bad dream. 

I don't know who speaks this way.

I'm always evolving I've never lost myself.

Or my trauma and drama. 

I only hope I can keep my resilience bold.

And now I've grown old. 

I don't know where to turn without sorrow

I only hope I'm better tomorrow.