Sitting here with clouded thoughts
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Seeking the freedom to be happy
Knowing that I do have what it takes
Wondering what needs to be done to prove it
Who are my friends and what are their motives
What do I need to feel whole, complete
Depression comes, the depression goes
But I'll still be me, regardless
Watching the world go by,
Feeling like I'm the only thing not progressing
I see people I like, people I want,
People I need, people I love
But they all just come and go, when will it last?
So many needs, and so many desires,
Where to begin and will the spaces be filled?
I am the right person, in the wrong time.
In a time of low morals, warped values,
No sense of future, feeling so out of place,
Like an actor, horribly miscast,
Determined to make it a decent and believable performance.