Searching
Gotta find me
All my life I been told I’m pretty
And all my life I’ve been searching tryna find what they see
Cuz their words ain’t matching my thoughts, my views
How I perceive things, flit to and fro
Which to choose?
This, that, you, me, red, blue
Confused
Always
Never knowing the true essence of my being
My beauty
What I have
What I can
What I am
Seein only
What I lack
What I can’t
What I’m not
