I am not damaged.
I am only lost.
Sometimes I smile,
And laugh
And when I talk,
You can hear that I'm okay.
Mostly I'm confused.
I used to have this world figured out;
I used to know exactly who I was
But somehow
The rug got pulled out from under my feet
Someone blindfolded me,
And sent me on my way
To walk this dark path alone.
Sometimes I hear about beautiful things
The voices around me rise and fall,
With joy and pain
And all I can feel is frustration
Because I can't see.
