When something stirs, I'm standing still.
Seeking answers, of their own will.
I can't distinguish right and wrong,
when everything that I've done right,
has turned into something maybe I've done wrong.
I'm not finding peace,
in almost anything I do.
When fighting for what makes me happy,
some days I feel like parts are confused.
Why do things that make every day sweet,
slap me, and sneak up on me,
feeling like the world is a huge cheat.
I look at everything, and
look for what I can do.
But everything I ever have done,
was for everyone else,
and I'm somehow not a someone.
Aching for reality,
of something that's coming that's good,
because so many things I've done
up until this point,
have been to make others happy,
and somehow I feel lost.
I want all these bad things
to come to an end.
Go back to when I felt nothing but at peace,
and now, I am curious how to defend,
what's mine, and rightfully,
maybe I'll never know.
I guess until it hits me in the face,
I'll be buried in questions of unknown.
Seeking answers, of their own will.
I can't distinguish right and wrong,
when everything that I've done right,
has turned into something maybe I've done wrong.
I'm not finding peace,
in almost anything I do.
When fighting for what makes me happy,
some days I feel like parts are confused.
Why do things that make every day sweet,
slap me, and sneak up on me,
feeling like the world is a huge cheat.
I look at everything, and
look for what I can do.
But everything I ever have done,
was for everyone else,
and I'm somehow not a someone.
Aching for reality,
of something that's coming that's good,
because so many things I've done
up until this point,
have been to make others happy,
and somehow I feel lost.
I want all these bad things
to come to an end.
Go back to when I felt nothing but at peace,
and now, I am curious how to defend,
what's mine, and rightfully,
maybe I'll never know.
I guess until it hits me in the face,
I'll be buried in questions of unknown.
Current Mood:
discontent
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