Lost
Usually people know who they are
An artist, a doctor, an architect.
They know where they came from,
Where they are heading to.
They know where to begin,
And they know how to achieve,
Their goals, their dreams and their desires.
Not me though,
For I am lost, ever changing.
Changing with the peers around me,
Not to satisfy myself,
But those I am surrounded by.
I know not how to please myself,
Or even what road I am heading down.
I know not where I am going in life,
Because if I did, I would not be where I am.
I am in a limbo between who I am,
And who people want me to be.
I have created a false perception of my life,
That I can make it if I put on a faux smile,
Say that I am okay with where I am,
And adjust to be the person people expect me to be.
But I cannot be the person I want to be,
For I do not know how to do that.
Though, I do want to become who I am supposed to be.
Where I can put the faux smile in the trash
And let the real one shine.
I am working on doing just that,
But I need time to find myself.
For I Am Lost.