a hundred different words

lost

I've been trapped in this state of mind that no one truly knows the real me. I mean, we push ourselves to be the best we could be, but what does it mean if the best I could be isn't really me?
In the end, I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry pops,
Go find yourselves the perfect daughter.
I simply will always be just a bother.
Sorry future love, and I'm deeply sorry friends,
I don't know when I will be myself again.
I simply don't belong here, as my heart feels that isn't home.
I do know this: once I finally find it,
I will truly know my own.