Drifting

10/3/2012. It's weird that I can rediscover an old poem that I wrote late at night and feel the exact same way I did then.

I’m drifting away

I’m losing myself

Again and again

I find myself searching

Longing

But then I fall

I find myself wanting

Needing

And then I slip

 

This is not who I am

I’m not who I wanna be

Always running away

And fighting the way

And hating myself

Begging for worth

What happened to me?

 

I know I’m gonna fall

I’m gonna slip

Slip away

 

So I ask

Will you pick me up?

Dust me off?

Wipe away the tears?

Show me the way

 

Please.