I looked into the past at the reflection in the sea
And wondered what’s become of me,
I hate what I feel inside,
Something I try to hide,
I hide it when I lie,
Because it’s like a face I hold deep down inside
A face that quickly awakens when I close my eyes,
With hate and unsatisfaction this face looks down on me,
My head begins to spin and I go crazy,
I’m lost in loneliness without love besides family,
I have a purpose deep within some place inside of me,
I look for it so hardly concentrated and deep
Deeper than any type of sleep
And I need someone to care for and love,
And get those feelings returned,
Will I fly high in the clouds of heaven or under the surface
and be burned,
I don’t know partially any or just some,
I just know it’s what I’ve become.
By: Tyler Golden
10/17/08