I can't write like I used to

I had it all figured out at one time. I wondered why it took everyone so long to find themselves. Here I am five years later, and I don't know who the fuck I am, or what I'm looking for. I'm nothing special, I'm just like everyone else...searching.

He didn't appreciate me, but at least he was kind enough to free me...because he knew that I deserve to be appreciated. and I do.