I question whether I’m a coward.
Can I really say goodbye when it reaches that last hour?
Will I stand strong or will things turn sour?
Can I do the right thing or will my soul be devoured?
So many questions its unreal,
How can I answer them when I don’t even know how I feel?
This inability is damaging to my ego,
I try to speak my mind but that don’t make me a hero.
I’m trying to figure out what I need,
The only thing I know is what I believe,
I look in the mirror and wonder who I want to be,
Sometimes I see a flash of the past and I don’t like what I see.
I can always say please,
But the truth is I can’t change my memories.
I remember times when I should have been tougher,
Times when my kindness only made me suffer.
I walk in a room and feel things go cold,
Has the way I’ve been living cursed my soul?
There are times where I don’t even care what I do,
Its almost as though I didn’t learn anything from the things I’ve been
through.
Like I’ve forgotten everything I’ve learned,
When you play with fire, someone gets burned.
I’m going through a weird transition,
I’m still fighting but I don’t really know my mission,
I’ll keep doing what I do even if no one listens.
Even if no one cares,
Burning holes through me with their blazing stares.
I always watch out for those who are close to me,
I wonder if this is what life’s supposed to be?
 
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