No Sense Of Me

Why does it matter Why does it matter that I can’t sleep Why does it matter that I can’t eat Why does it matter? Does it mean I’m less of a human being If I can’t see what everyone else is seeing If I can’t breath some nights because I don’t have a purpose Because I can’t see if this life's even worth it What am if I’m not a good person A bad person with a good sense of right and wrong A good person with no patients to write a song A kind of bad person but a good sense of wrong and right Or a good person who ends up starting a fight Maybe I don’t know how to win a fight But I do now how to end one I end one by crying I end this life fight by dying, I mean we all do But for me I’m trying To end it I mean I guess I’m not what I seem Half a cliche and half a series a bad days That's who I really am That's where I stand That's what matters right? Who I want to be seen as, who I want to be even as People tell me who I can’t be or will never be Or is who I am who I am perceived to be. What people see in me What people think they see at least Maybe that's why I can’t sleep Maybe that's why I can’t eat Because I’m perceived as a being with no sense of me No sense of right or wrong No songs No poetry Just me. A sucker for a good state of being A sucker for a bright sky full of stars A sucker for purpose For a reason to live again.