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When Will I Find Me?

I am a blank page full of tothers overbearing scrwled opinions. It's my turn to fill the page, with theink bled from my soul. I want to bleed. All these emotions are screaming from the inside out. I have no control... So I bleed my tears, and fears in ink... dreaming. dead. I wish I had more space so I could spill out all the 'I don't Know's and 'I'm so lost's and confused 'Someone please help me decipher a message from the mess that is my mind!' Twined around invisible problems of which even I cannot locate the source. I wish I could let someone into my head and truly reveal myself, the me that I don't know. I wish someone else to know all of me, I just wish that I could believe them when they tell me what they see... I wonder if I've let too many people into my heart... I love deeply, passionately, I simply feel passionately, I dream vivid colors and then lose myself again under the torrent of barraging emotions... I've lost myself again...




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