Is This What My Life Is
When I close my eyes I try to understand,
all that I will never understand.
To see the invisible line that divides.
Like the lines that define;
Passing and failing,
Amateurs and Professionals,
Being lost and being found,
Knowing who you are,
and what you were.
I look inwards, deep inside what I am,
To understand why it doesn't matter-
that much to me.
Yet, I realize that it was all-
I ever wanted and needed.
I look back at all the times that-
I never really tried hard enough.
And all the times where I did-
and it didn't matter anyways.
All the times I cried and nobody knew.
All the days I woke up wishing I were someone new.
And yet still I try,
to heal this wound deep inside.
To bridge its divide and seam the line.
11/30/15
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