Lost and not wanting to be Found
I try so hard
to please myself.
It's about me,
yes I am selfish,
and yes I am egotistical,
but in the end
was it really me I was thinking about?
Who knows what I think,
but me.
Who knows what I feel,
but me.
But I still don't know myself.
Do I?
I want direction,
but refuse to listen.
I want answers,
but don't ask questions.
I need something,
but what is it!?
What is it?
What
will
it
be
in
the
end.
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