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Who am I what are my values and what are my beliefs.
Words that eco in my head.
I’m waiting for the day when my questions have died out
and the answers will eco back instead.
I keep screaming out these questions in silence hoping to see a light.
But who do I expect to answer a question not made for them to answer
Not even to understand.
I want to live MY life
I want to fight MY fights
I have to cry MY tears, cause no one else can carry my pain
I have to find myself
And find my own pride
Learn how to hold my head up high
I want to be the one I am.
So tired of feeling everyone else’s guilt.
Taking blame for something never touched by my being.
exhausted by everything that adds another stone,
To the weight I’m already carrying.
And my own acting sickens me,
why do I let the stones land where they fall
Instead of keeping my two feet in motion
So that the stone misses it’s goal.
I want to live MY life
I want to fight MY fights
I have to cry MY tears, cause no one else can carry my pain
I have to find myself
And find my own pride
Learn how to hold my head up high
I want to be the one I am.
And this my search for the real and inner me,
When I’m done with it, where will I stand?
Will I finally be satisfied and feel that I’m complete.
At last free to conquer life and start of all my dreams.
Is it really going to be the end of my never ending questions,
Or will some other questions take their place,
So that I can learn a few more lessons.
