What if I were to tell you I am not who you think I am.
Selfish, not generous
Hateful, not loving
Voilent, not peaceful
Is it really that hard to believe?
Maybe all the things I claim to be are just masks to hide what I truly am.
You might not believe it
Feel free to believe
But just because you believe does not mean it holds true
Waking up every day as a stranger to myself
Hoping that one day
I will wake up knowing myself
Because I have learned
That in order to know others
I must first know myself
Well
Maybe I am complaining of something too small
Maybe I should stop searching, and I will find
But that would be too easy
Wouldn't it?
I suppose some help would be nice
But who really would want to help
A person incapable of ever helping herself
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