Why am I the way I am?
Who got to decide that?
Was it my parents?
My friends?
People I've never met?
It certainly wasn't me.
Will I ever be whole again?
Or will I always have a piece missing?
Or feel as if there is always something wrong,
But I can't figure out what?
Will my sun ever come out
from behind the clouds again?
I just want to feel the sunshine on my face,
Making it warm with nature.
Will I ever love myself again?
When will I be proud of the person I am?
When can I relax and let it all go?
Someone answer me, please!
