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Lost
I’m lost in a sea of faces
All in a hurry to get somewhere
I don’t have a sleeve of Aces
Or tricks getting me out of here
I don’t recognize my reflection
This stranger in the mirror
But further inspection
Doesn’t make it clearer
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
I don’t know anymore
My mask is always smiling
Regardless of the tears beneath
You won’t see me crying
Or clenching my teeth
Why do I feel so hollow?
Which path do I follow?
I have no reason to feel so sad
My life is really not that bad
I feel like I’ve lost my mind
Always searching, unable to find
Can I go back in time?
Possibly change things?
Or go to a simpler time?
Is someone pulling the strings?
I don’t feel as if I belong
The world doesn’t feel like home
I try constantly to be strong
But I’m starting to lose hope
I pray that I’m wrong
How does one cope
On a downward slope?
My mouth moves without my consent
It’s as if I’m on autopilot
Robotically living while I internally lament
Tell me how to stop
Show me how to enjoy life
Teach me how to be happy
Demonstrate overcoming strife
Fill me so I am not empty
Show me the way
To something new
Something beautiful
Tell me, will you?
All in a hurry to get somewhere
I don’t have a sleeve of Aces
Or tricks getting me out of here
I don’t recognize my reflection
This stranger in the mirror
But further inspection
Doesn’t make it clearer
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
I don’t know anymore
My mask is always smiling
Regardless of the tears beneath
You won’t see me crying
Or clenching my teeth
Why do I feel so hollow?
Which path do I follow?
I have no reason to feel so sad
My life is really not that bad
I feel like I’ve lost my mind
Always searching, unable to find
Can I go back in time?
Possibly change things?
Or go to a simpler time?
Is someone pulling the strings?
I don’t feel as if I belong
The world doesn’t feel like home
I try constantly to be strong
But I’m starting to lose hope
I pray that I’m wrong
How does one cope
On a downward slope?
My mouth moves without my consent
It’s as if I’m on autopilot
Robotically living while I internally lament
Tell me how to stop
Show me how to enjoy life
Teach me how to be happy
Demonstrate overcoming strife
Fill me so I am not empty
Show me the way
To something new
Something beautiful
Tell me, will you?
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