Searching For Me

Are we ever who we really are?

          Searching For Me

 

Some days I look for me, the real me

And I'm not anywhere.

Not hiding, just not visible to myself.

Who have I become since I was the

Me I remember...

Other people see me, even when I'm

Not sure who they're looking at. 
I know this to be true, because I

Hear the voice that speaks my thoughts

When I am spoken too.

I'm going to keep searching for me,

The me inside, the one who's dreams

Might still come true, and then I'll say,

"Where have you been my long lost friend."

 

Reviews

[Lainey]

I really enjoyed this, Zoe. Keep writing!