They never really knew me,
If they thought that I was happy inside,
I was desolate.
And haunted by these images,
Of things that were once real,
In the past.
If they thought that I had plans,
They were wrong,
For I’d nowhere to go,
Nor was I making plans.
In fact, I was doubting life,
And trying to know that I was really alive.
The only times when these feelings were valid,
Was when I was laughing or crying.
Singing and dreaming.
But it’s always hard,
To find that euphoria that for the past year,
I’ve been searching for.
And instead, found a new one.
And now, I’ve been searching for peace.