The Real Me

Why do I feel lost when I'm not
Why can't I see what's in front of me
Was it the choice I made wrong
Or is it me who is not strong

Ahead, lies a long way to go
Where would it take me, I don't know
But instead of walking on
I keep turning back, searching what's gone

No, this isn't where I want to be
It's on the stage I'm meant to sing
Oh, everything is complicated
I stand still and stare, right or left?

Confused, is this darkness or light?
My heart, filled with pain, holds me tight
Misused, is my talent for life
My art, the only thing helps me fight

Gone are the days of laughter and smiles
All that's left now are the echoes and chimes
Sore, my wounds are left, unhealed
Far away, I lay here and bleed

And now, you may wonder, 'who's this?
Who's this girl full of suffering?
Can't she write about something good?'
Pal, now, you're just misunderstood

You may think why, I know
I do have some nice things to show
True things that I really feel inside
As my soul's real words hit like a tide

I really love my life, my self
It's the best, but words can't tell.
My being; how much it means to me
It's great, to be the girl I live

This might seem so hopeless, clueless
But no, it's not such a mess
There must be a way out for sure
'Cause there was one for in, before

I might have got in the wrong bus to reach
The long drive ahead to my dream
But there's always a next stop
Where I can board another with more hope.