Myself Mystery
My thoughts wild and free
Were always meant to be
As my thoughts drift toward hate,
There is nothing at stake,
For now, I just lie awake
My emotions lay quiet, when music plays
My creativity runs dry, when freedom I am given
My joy in life is lost, when things go my way
My life is meaningless, when nothing is wrong
I am forever bored, surrounded by the ones I love
Sad with the people I love most,
Unable to open up with the key in my hand,
Lost in the places I have grown up,
Motionless in the hurricane that is my life,
Attending class, without being present.
Sometimes, people say my life is full. However, why is it that in those moments I fell empty?
