I try to find it.
My friends and family try to find it.
My therapist tries to find it.
But, what if it is not here?
What if it is with someone else?
Will it ever get to me?
I sit and wait.
Surely it will come.
They say it is just around the corner.
How far away is the corner?

I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I went through
The dark forest,
Instead of the
Meadow filled with daisies.
I walked into the darkness.
I looked back at the sun
And kept walking.

I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I wanted to see
What it would be like.
It is everything
I imagined it to be,
And a little more.
The darkness, the grey clouds, the dead trees,
It all intrigued me.

I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I have been seeing
The same things over and over.
The once bright flowers
Growing old.
The once tall trees
Growing old.
The once happy me
Growing old.

As I look out my window,
To the dark street,
Lit by the street lamp,
Everything seems so sad.
As if the trees
Are crying.
And as though the grass
Is dying.
Even as if I am sad.
Sitting here,
Watching the trees
Blow side to side,
I wonder how they feel.
They can never move,
Can never explore.
And I realize,
I am like the trees.

There once was a girl
With blonde hair
And blue eyes.
Who smiled and
Laughed at everything.
Who got good grades.
Who was hopeful.

There once was a girl
With brown hair
And blue eyes.
Who smiled,
And hardly laughed.
Who has passing grades.
Who had hope.

There once was a girl
With black hair
And blue eyes.
Who had a fake smile,
And no longer laughed.
Who had failing grades.
Who was hopeless.

There once was a girl
With blonde hair
And blue eyes.
Who smiled and
Laughed at everything.
Who got good grades.
Who was hopeful.

There once was a girl
Who was me.