Chasing the Moon

I know this isn’t what I’m meant for But in a way it’s everything I am. Spending hours chasing the other side of the moon That I can never seem to bring to the light- But there is nothing wrong with the dark. I wish I could be proud of my words These phrases that seep bad memories But I know they are not the me That people wish to see. I know I’m nothing special But I am all I’ve got Living a life of emptiness And holding a swollen gut. Walking in circles so fast I can see my back When will the merry-go-round stop? Because it’s no more merry And never really was fun And as in all fairs I start to feel sick But it’s only pushing me to go on I can’t feel my fingers and my face has gone numb When will the madness stop? Because I have lost myself in the masses But never really knew who I was. As in all searches, hope is bleak, But I must move on. I know I’m nothing great But maybe, just maybe If I was to know myself for true I could have someone to love me And know that it too was true. -Tuiyanti Mampihandon