Hands

Finding yourself can be hard in a world so vast. Beaten down, it's a fight for life.

The stars seem so far away,
or maybe it's because I'm lost.
I can't seem to find my way,
I think I need a hand.

 

If someone would reach out to me,
and throw me a lifeline.
I'd gladly take the chance they've given me,
and hold on for the ride.

 

I can never seem to the find the words,
that will express what I'm thinking.
Perhaps that's why they say I'm dumb,
or pretend they can't hear me.

 

I'll substitute your reality for my own,
but that doesn't seem to be working either.
Life can suck, and so can dreams,
but maybe that's what makes life worth living.

 

Taking risks - disappointments,
to me it's all the same.
I don't want my heart broken,
but it's bound to be along the way.

 

When I need help, I'll make a choice,
to be all I can be.
Maybe someday someone will see me for who I am.
Until then, I'll just have to try to see myself for me.

Author's Note

Written as I tried to find a reason for all the things happening in my life.

Reviews

[QuietPoet]

"Maybe someday someone will see me for who I am."

At least you know who you are and you wont change that... "Be Yourself" =)

[QuietPoet]

"Maybe someday someone will see me for who I am."

At least you know who you are and you wont change that... "Be Yourself" =)