And All I Lov’d—I Lov’d Alone—

Who Will I Be When I Am Grown?
Will I Live And Endlessly Wonder
With Thousands Of Questions I Seem To Ponder
And As I Write This Poetry
I Can’t Tell What Is Wrong With Me
Because Nothing Ever Seems To Fit
And I’m Starting To Give Up On It
I Can’t  Contain It Anymore
So I’ll Send My Emotions Out The Door
Because I Don’t Have Any Sanity

but maybe there’s nothing wrong with me.

And Everything Will Someday Fade
And Turn Into A Misty Haze

And I Cannot Wait
Until
That
Day
And Find
Some Sanity
In Some
Way.