Don't ask me. I can't explain it.
I don't know why I feel the way I do.
I can be surrounded, yet be totally alone.
Many pieces trying to hold me together, yet I'm falling apart.
My strength comes and goes in different forms.
I have not wasted my intelligence, but not totally used it either.
I'm searching for that complete person.
Someone who is complete to me.
Why do I help people, is it my nature?
Why do I experience pain, is it meant to be?
Looking in the places for some temporary form of affection.
Running from what pains me, only to find that it has found me.
Why can't I let this go; everything has a purpose.
I can't wait, I can't work, but work for what?
What do I want? From love, from life, from me?
Do I want to be in everyone's view?
Do I want to be private?
Do I want to be in debt?
Do I want to be free?
I have my drive, my determination, I want to be free.
How do I get to be free from worry?
How do I get to be free from pain?
My inner ugliness shows on my face.
I may appear beautiful, only if I'm pure.
I'm almost clear, I'm completely confused.
I'm searching, I'm lost, I'm looking.
I'm calm, I'm panicking, I'm crazy.
author: Dimitri A St. Phard