Missing.....
Missing.....
They say if you concentrate, you can see the clouds move.
But I'm stuck in this state where I can't change my mood.
Seems to prove me lost in this never ending mystery.
And I stare at all cost to find an answer towards victory.
A little bit of help is said to go a long way these days.
Yet I'm stuck in my head where this fog never fades.
And I can't display for you how these symptoms are real.
You may hate what I do but I can't change how I feel.
Its a reaction set deep in the inner sanctums of my mind.
And I continue to lose sleep and can't maintain my time.
This confusion that confounds can be found when searched.
But I consider myself bound to the reasons of my worth.
And I know its a curse but I treat it like a precious gift.
Some see me for better or worse, the rest just see me as sick.
As I travel this road less known I find my path to follow.
I believe what I've been shown will still help me tomorrow.
I don't know where I'm going but I know I'll find my way.
My future still may show me a place where I may stay.
Until I reach this forsaken land I will search until I die.
All the time asking, do you know who the hell am I?
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