Sometimes I wonder where I am,
Who I am, where I am meant to be.
I feel at times, like I am oppressed,
But then within that, I’m strangely free.
I guess I was made in a different cast,
Just slightly different, subtly askew.
An error in manufacturing,
Is what makes me I, but never you.
Sometimes I struggle to come to terms
With the fact that you just can’t relate.
The way you seem to look at me,
Makes my confidence obliterate
Where in the world am I heading to?
Where is my home, where is my place?
A hunger to reach out to you,
Someone somewhere without a face.
Sometimes I force myself to sleep,
In search of a quiet darkened void.
Yet my regrets face me in my dreams,
Oh what I had, and then destroyed.
What on earth has become of me?
Where is my strength? Where is my voice?
Why is your kindness what I need
To finally feel my heart rejoice?
Sometimes I feel like I am a mess,
Fragments of previous identities.
I sit and watch my soul digress,
Into a million sordid personalities.
Is this me, or what you make me be?
Is it too late to find out?
Why do I find the need to prove to you
That I am worthy, without a doubt.
Sometimes I cry myself awake,
Drenched in tears, sweat and fear.
I look around and wonder why
It always seems like the end is near.
I find myself through ups and downs,
Always fighting a deep-rooted ache.
And I wonder why I’m allowed to feel
Like I was the one Divine mistake.