I drown my own heart in sadness
and the depression itself evolves to a whole new level
the times i have heard myself say these words are one too many times
and i cant help think about what i could have done
and what i already have and can't change...
it saddens the rest of me...
when i say i cant....
because everyone has surpassed my level and i may not catch up to them
they will turn into beautiful butterflies...and i alone will stay here
drenched in my past....
I feel pity in myself when i doubt myself
and others tell me its not true
i am who i want to be
but people don't know me...they have no clue who i am
but a nice....shallow person....
or am i?
i cant tell whom is whom...and i feel i am lost
i cant tell n e one who i am....because no one knows
and will never know...
who i am...the true me...that hides below
and above everything else...me....and only me...