Bouncing around from here to there,
No constant friend or fixture to share.
Just memories, or were they dreams?
No clarity for me it seems.
All the questions of when I was small,
Will never be answered for me at all.
What time was I born, how much did I weigh?
Just for those answers, how dearly I'd pay.
Such simple but yet, meaningful things,
Hurt so deep, it's painful, it stings.
No one person in whom to confide,
I'm all alone standing outside.
Trying to find myself, or my place,
A comfort zone, or safe space.