Life is a key
Sometimes I wonder when will I find the real me
I am so confused at times
At times I feel like I am really meLove is a mystery
Often I wonder off to those who want to see me
Only in my dreams
At times I feel I have such a long history
Friends is a bottle of lotion to me
Even when you are unhappy and dry
They can be hydrating and strengthening
At times I feel like I am soaking in their potion
Happiness and sorrow is in me,
My two most common emotions
Sometimes I wonder if I have found the real me
At times I feel like these two can't just be
Anger is a passing car
Flying by me just to risk time
They too are soaking in a potion
At times I wish I had no anger and could run far
Some feelings to me are closed
Like a door.
The feelings to me are open
Like a sore... Is this me?