I sit in my room and think to myself
Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I say the things I say?
Why do I act the way I act?
Why do things have to be this way?
I find myself dwelling on the past a lot
Seldom do I give the present a second thought
Just trying to seek happiness
Is that too much to ask?
I laugh on the outside
While I cry on the inside
Most times I want to live
Other times I think, but why?
Who do I turn to?
Who do I talk to?
Who do I run to?
Who do I cry to?
A selfishly, unselfish girl
Who is contemplative about where she belongs in life
Feeling used and abused
Feeling lost and confused
Feelings upon feelings that are screaming to come out
But I hold them in without a second doubt
Will someone listen to me?
Is there anybody out there?
Silence...
It seems like she's become my best friend
She listens but speaks nothing
When I speak, I feel nothing
Only lost and alone
At least that's what it seems to me