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.