Sometimes there are no words
No words to explain what I'm feeling
Sometime I can't even figure myself out
So how do I expect others to?
Why do I feel like crying when I have no reason to?
Why do I doubt so much,
And trust other people so little?
Why don't I love and let myself be loved?
My past isn't hindering me
Like the words to all those stupid songs try and tell me
Can't I choose my life,
The way I feel?
Can't I grasp how I feel,
Or even know that I'm feeling at all?
Can't someone help me to feel,
And help me to grasp what I'm feeling?
Can't someone save me
From myself
And the feelings I can't grasp
Why do I get sentimental over the past and the future?
Sleep deprived
And angry
Cocky and absurd
Putting my sweet face on
Is it all a facad?
Can I ever be compassionate,
Yet strong?
Can I ever figure out who I am,
And who I'm supposed to be?
What am I supposed to feel?
I want to be bona fide
But what is "my" bona fide,
What am I, who am I?
In the depths of my mind and soul
I know
But maybe I just know what I want to know
Who I think I'm supposed to be
Maybe someday I'll make sense of it all
Until then I'm just going to take a leap
Try and find myself,
On this great journey called life
And deep in my heart someday I'll find
That beautiful person I'm supposed to be
~Sarah
