This Is Me
Sometimes I wonder if I even know myself, of course
everyone is suppose to know themselves but I'm not sure I
do. The people around me tend to act that they know me
better than I know myself which may be true but not to me.
I don't think anyone can understand the emotions i'm going
through or the fears i keep locked inside where no one can
see. Why does life throw so many surprises at us? Are we
being kept from seeing the real world that evolves around
us? or are we just not opening our eyes well enough? Like a
fly caught on a web it's as if my life span, is cutting
shorter day after day with no reason. Being pulled at from
one side to the other and breaking down with tears.... no
one see's the real me.