All my life, I have been looking for something.
Something, that won’t make me feel small.
Something, that would keep me going,
Give me a reason to live.
Something that would make me proud of myself,
Let everyone know who I really am,
That one day I won’t be afraid to show my true self.
But I don’t even understand myself,
I am trying my best to.
But the more I understand, the more confusing it gets.
As if nothing can make me feel that I am enough.
I don’t know what I am looking for,
But I know I am trying to find myself, like everyone else.
Aren’t we all looking for our true selves? Trying to understand a bit more of ourselves?
And it’s so confusing.
Why are things this way?
What do I want?
What am I meant to be?
What am I looking for?
Even though you do the things you want to do, it feels incomplete.
Maybe we need a new purpose, a new goal when we pass one.