I'm Wayne, Wayne knows himself...

I've lost poetic faith,
I fear that I will fail,
To continue with an escape,
Is a reality, for me to be brave,
I'm the only one that can change,
But I masquerade with a different face,
I write words on already heartbroken pages,
When do I laugh again, I've lost my smile, it's fading,
If I write what I know,
I don't want to know who I was or who I am,
Who am I?
It's been that long since I spoke to myself,
It's been that long since I helped myself,
I think I'm slowly dying,
I'm cold, lying here crying,
Forever, I don't think exists now,
Forever, was living to see my family grow,
I don't expect my heart to be found,
I would like to be happy in my soul though,
Sorry for repeating my emotions,
I fear that they're being corrosive,
But I feel the change coming,
I feel that there is people around me,
There is people that loves me,
For me, not for what I do or say,
But for a person called Wayne,
So, here I am,
Me,
A person that has lost love,
A person that has began again,
A person that's in physical change,
But, I want to stay the same,
A cheeky funny old Wayne...