If  only I were able to be a more perfect me
I would finally be all the world thought that I  should be

The many failed attempts I have made at fitting in
would be erased, no longer for the world to see


If only I knew how to be that more perfect me
I may finally feel comfortable sitting in my own skin.

I could put away the plethora of mask I've worn, and
instead of being runner up the real me could actually win

I am in awe of the deep silence of an eternal sleep, one which is unable to ever be broken.

          Indulging in the notion that no longer shall i be tormented by these thoughts and words never spoken.

A peaceful hush, that is capable of washing away all of the constant clammering inside mind.

           A place of refuge from the chaos which lingers in my dreams, such a place I fear I will never find.

Watching the world, standing beside myself, knowing that the screams in my head no one will never hear.

              I hold on to the hope that on the day before your life changes forever the answers may not be fully known, but at least become more clear.

Strange reflections, indistinct flickers whipping past, caught out of the corner of my eye.

An eldritch feeling takes over, as if to say this is what it to feel like to watch time pass by.

I lay witness to a whirlwind of intricate memories being swept away, jostled getting lost between the spaces.

The remnants of a hurricane filled with moments doomed to oblivion, intertwined inside an eternity of forgotten faces.

Anxiously I sit inside a cage of my own mold as I contemplate if this place is a sanctuary at all.

Finally realizing that those reflections were small glimmers of the pieces I let go during my own painfully beautiful fall.

Weep not for this wayward stranger, the trial and tribulations are something that we all must soldiers through.

Diligently stripping layers away, remaining hopefully that the journey will lead to something magnificently brand new.

I must resign to the fact that you not are here to hold my hand , able to wipe my tears away, to the painfully reality that you are far beyond my reach.
              


I know there were times when you thought wasn't listening , just know I heard all your words and now it is those same lessons that I am trying to teach.
        
                         For, I have not forgotten my way home.


There is so much that now stands between you and I , forever separated by immeasurable distance, never ending time and everlasting space.
      
                    

I manage to find some solace in the memories we have made, although harder it is becoming to even hear your voice let alone picture your face.  

                       Still I have not forgotten my way home.


I became lost in my own sorrow and the path leading to the other side at times can be so very dark, it feels like insurmountable twists and turns are constantly blocking the way.



Keep those big brown eyes focused, anything that comes easily is just not worth doing, the voice in my soul reminds me of theses words you used to say.

                      That is why I have not forgotten my way home.