Sometimes

Sometimes I miss the old days
The days where I was obnoxious
When I was oblivious
When I was naïve

When I could talk
And be complimented by tons of 'friends'
When I could smile in a different way
When I could thrive being a tortured soul

But then I think that even with this emptiness
And with this different smile
And with a different perspective,
I wouldn't change it for the world

Because even though I talk
And nearly no one hears me
There are the few that do
And those are the only ones that matter