Finding Myself

June 2, 2012
By TheRealAmanda BRONZE, Memphis, Tennessee
TheRealAmanda BRONZE, Memphis, Tennessee
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Standing alone in a dark, cold room
I cannot see anything, not even my hand
Please let this be over soon
Maybe I should just follow those infamous footprints in the sand

It’s been this way for so long now
I don’t know what real sight is
I’ve stopped trying to explain because all they ask is how?
It’s not as simple as a blue or red pill

For some reason I don’t know myself
Never found the real me
Always wanted someone to help
But knew I had to do this on my own, you see

Gotta find what I like
Gotta find people like me
When it happens I know that it just might
Finally set me free

Chained up and bound
With the shackles of the unknown
From shame, my head hangs down
Need to find my inner home

Day and night I wander in the dark
I must hurry, the end is coming soon
I know it in my heart
Brighter days are here for me, there is no doom
This is my journey to finding myself,
And finding a new moon.

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on Jul. 6 2012 at 7:17 pm
I like this a lot but it's a bit cliche and you should work on the flow a bit. It was interrupted at times, but mostly great! Good job overall :)

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