Knowing

I don't know what I'm doing,
Or what I'm trying to prove.
I just want someone to love me,
And for me to love them too.
I don't know who I am though
So love can be a bit recluse.

It seems too much to ask for,
Sometimes I feel I know it true,
To love some total stranger.
One even I never really knew.
Still to this day a secret,
Unsure I'll solve the mystery.

I wish someone could save me,
And explain my role or part
In my story's outcome.
So really then just maybe
I want someone to love me,
Not to soothe a heart that's aching,
But instead to give a purpose.
And wake my sleeping thoughts.

To pave the way for my brain
To start my soul and mind
Then maybe I'd know what I'm doing
And maybe then have less to prove.

I think you know the feeling
But then again I may be guessing still.
Who am I to say I know you
When myself I never knew.