I am me and you are you …
but who I think u are is not you…
you know me but I don’t know you….
your my mind my soul my brain…but I still don’t know who you are…
I don’t know why you do the things you do…
I don’t understand why you choose the knife instead of me…
I don’t know why all your friends are slowly sliping away into the darkness of the night…
you know the inner me the person im afraid to show…
you know that I cant wait till I can leave…
get out on my own…
find a happier place…
yet I still don’t know you….
i don’t know what you are supposed to be…
I don’t know why your light is slowly flying away..
i don’t know when the blood will get the best of you….
i don’t know who really understands you….
i don’t know if your secrets are kept safe with your best friends..
i don’t know if you even have friends…
I don’t know if you really control my inner thoughts…
I don’t know if you have thoughts…
I don’t know when you will turn numb…
with not emotion at all…
I don’t know if your depressed….
or if you just want to think you are…I don’t know who your mask is…
I don’t know why you have a mask…
I don’t understand why you fantasize about certain things…
I don’t know why you cry…
I don’t know why you shed your thoughts in one lifes book…
I don’t know why you like memories…good and bad…..
i don’t know why you like to love…the feeling the emotion….
i don’t know why you trust so easy..
i don’t know why you talk…
but don’t take action…
I don’t know you…but you easily know me…
you are me….
you have found me…
but I have yet to find you…
I have not found myself yet….
i don’t know, im still a confused little child…
traped in a body that I don’t want to have….
now in high school…
I still don’t know who I am….
all I know is im filled with secrets and memories….
with masks and different skins…that are not me…
that is one thing I know….
but I have tried so hard….
to let go of my past…
hope for the best in the future…..
push the stress of life behind me, hold my head up high,
look up into the sky and hope for the best, say what a beautiful day, even if it’s a stormy morning….
know that I will be loved In a way I never dreamed of…
be happy im alive….
in stead of feeling dark….
like I want to die…that there is nothing left to give…
that Is not who I want to be…
that is not what you know I am…
this is what I know I am….
what I will be…
until everything falls into place…
I will know why im here….
i will try my best to do everything I am set out to do…
but I don’t know how…
im to young and naive to understand the concepts of life….
so I know its bad…
but I am not what you know I am….
im much better…
but I haven’t started my journey yet…
to find out who you know I am.
