Trapped inside a skin, I wish not to call my own
Trapped inside a dream, one which is not mine
Tears of blood, from pain drained from my heart
Tormented by my own thoughts, lost in a forest of false hope
Trying to make it through the day, the hour, the minute
Tilted just enought to be out of the way
Twisted just enough to be uncomfortable
Turned just enough to be backside to the truth
So, who am I?
A dancer I was, when nothing worried me
Thoughts were only of big things when I danced, Small wa beneath me
Many personalities adapted over time
Too many to really focus on one enough to determine who I am
Time passed me by swiftly and I can barely catch up
The question constantly in my head, WHO AM I?
............... Still Trynna Find Out
Nice treatment of the eternal query. With so many changes one oftens wonders who he or she is at any given time, but truth lies somewhere at the core.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.