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by Abandon· from The Death Of Urgency
Isolated in a world too full.
Alienated from myself and my surroundings.
Struggling to feel anything at all.
Seeking truth in a doomed charade.
Who am I if I’m not mine?
Reaching out with hands of shattered glass,
This embrace only brings new wound.
Fulfillment, I can never find.
How could I love another if I don’t know me?
This can’t be real.
I wasn’t born to feel this way.
All honest emotion lost to obsession and jealousy.
Starving for affirmation.
I search outside of me, but only once I love myself can I begin to be.
Not this time.
I am mine.