Lost
I dont know which way I'm really going
Lost all hope and my peace of mind
Which I had a way of knowing
How to find myself in this thing called LIFE
Done so much wrong I dont know how to make it right
Lost who I am so within myself I fight
I hate who I've become but they say me and my father are just alike
So am I my fathers child or another mistake in my mothers eyes
My heart is filled with anger and stess
I close my eyes and hold my breath
I hope the pain will go away
Like you'd hope for the sun on a rainy day
But all we get is a simple gloom
I just briefly sigh and await my doom
I do not know what I'll become
Yet for now I'll just be the lost one
Lost at the age of 17
Steady searching for the real me
But how can that even be if everybody doesn't see
The real me... a human being.
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