Who am I, who was I, who will I be (short essay)

Before, I was free -- free to be and do whatever the mood sets me. I was so carefree. I had the freedom to choose and decide by myself. But circumstances happened -- out of my control -- changing me, changing everything about me. I was trapped in a horrible room. A room full of darkness -- of sorrow and of loneliness. I started to pretend to be someone who I'm not -- grinning and smiling outside but bleeding and broken inside. Though, there are still things which make me forgot the pain and disappointment, and somehow give rise to a genuine smile. I always aimed to be happy. However, I can't feel the way I wanted to be. Nevertheless, I keep on hoping that I would become someone or if not, even just be almost alike with the person I want to be -- jolly, carefree, untied, optimistic, hopeful, never become lonely. Hence, I know, through perseverance and industry, I'll find the hapiness I'm searching for...

(CONTINUATION ON THE PROCESS)