Finding myself

Sometimes I miss the days when no one knew me.
        I miss the days when people knew nothing about who I am and what I’ve done.
I want a new slate, a new start.
           I miss how innocent I was, and how much I loved people.
I feel I’ve somewhat lost a part of myself.
                   A beautiful part, and now it left me cold-hearted.
It’s the lies in world that keep beauty from growing.
                it’s the fear inside me that keeps me from growing more.
I’ve lost the truth in myself, and I’m not sure how to find it again.