Who i am and who I am meant to be, caught somewhere in beyween.
All the thoughts and the lies, I’m so used to being in disguise.
Not sure which way to go, seems to only lead down an empty road.
I hope to learn from the dead ends, to be able to make ammends.
One day there will be, some sort of clarity.
No longer waiting for that rare understanding
The light that comes at the end of night, will ease me from this endless fight.
Unsure of wrong and right, never is it just black and white.
The shades are forever blurring, a constant stirring.
The thoughts and feelings, senselessly churning.
For this time of change, we will learn
All that hides from the mask of lies.