They say knowing yourself is the first step to happiness. Because if you know your worth,you won't settle for less. But finding yourself is like falling into a deep abyss. Forever falling just searching for the end. But in this case searching for myself. And they say "until you find yourself it's impossible to lose you." But I've looked in so many mirrors and not recognized the person staring back so much it made me cry. But I find that statement to be untrue, because I'm lost. I'm lost between the darkness and the light. Shaft happened to me? Did my bones sacrifice something my heart did not consent to? Am I me? Or did I lose myself somewhere between the heartbreak and the rape? Am I here? Or have my eyes showed me delusions of the heart. I am searching , but I'm at the edge of myself, I have ran laps around this body and can't find myself out. My body is a maze, and my heart is a lock, these thought are a burden, and I have No more time on the clock to search and decipher What this means, to figure out Who I am. Who am I the question that always ponders my brain, but it seems like everyone else has a better answer than I do. Like they've Figured out the code in me, but they're the ones that left these holes in me. So have you explored everything nook and crany of me, have you figured out the unanswered question. Do you know Who I am?
