Yet to be completed

I'm sick and tired of surrendering and lying-
I have to go on and feign that I'm fine.
I don't understand how to find my true self-
I've yet to complete myself in this time.

I don't know who
or what I am today.
I don't know who I'll be tomorrow-
a new phase comes each new day.

I've yet to be completed--
this Frankenstein isn't done.
I'm made up of a jumble,
and there's nowhere I can run.

I'm tired and I'm lonely.
I'm sad and so depressed.
I've yet to be completed
and I want to pass this test.

I push others who get to close,
because I don't want them to know me.
Because this person and this soul
Isn't fixed-it isn't ready.

My body is a patchwork,
My soul is not my own.
All my words and twisted actions-
Make my heart feel like a stone.

A black heart, warped from evil.
A white heart, withering in dismay.
A blue heart, crying tears of sorrow
A green heart, envying all who can say:

(I know who I am,
And what I want to be)
That small little sentence-
Will it ever describe me?

If I meet them now, and show them
What's behind this mask...
When I emerge to find myself...
Will they accept me?
Can they love me?

I've yet to be completed.
I've yet to find the me.
I've yet to still discover
If it's ME you'll ever see...

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