Wrong
It's everywhere I look
always on TV
you read about it in books
in everything you see
how families should live
in loving harmony
I just don't understand
is this how it should be?
So why do I feel so wrong
in this little life of mine?
I thought my problems could be
washed away by time
that each rock of confusion
that litters the shore
of my mind, should be swept
down to the sea floor
But the sands of time chose
for my doubts to remain grounded,
and why? Well, who knows?
Perhaps they're well founded
For there must be some clue
to why I don't seem to fit
paranoia or truth?
dark thoughts, never lit
In the depths of my soul
where I've never dared venture
there's just this big hole
to vast to measure
a void of contentment
that I can't explain
showering my happiness
with black acid rain
the problem, it seems,
lies even before birth
in the ultimate plan
designed for each on this earth
well, i'm afraid that I guess
that by some awful mistake
I missed my place
and this life is so fake
because it wasn't made for me
no, that's why it feels wrong
now it's clear to see
this isn't where I belong
I'm a misplaced soul
in another's life
and this is the source
of my pain and strife
and the answer? It's simple
here's what I must do
leave behind this existence
to a one that is true
I will fly from this body
and into the night
into a better life
and into the light.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2007
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