Am I really here?
Is this really me?
Is there a real me?
I'm not so sure
For all I know there is no me,
I don't matter any more than a leaf
Falling from a tree in November
Twirling to the ground,
Whether or not anyone is around
To see it fall.
But of course I FEEL
Of course I MATTER to ME
Or at least somewhat
Will this ever come to an end
Will I ever be able to live,
Unafraid, unabashed?
Will there ever be a me worthy
Of unabashedness?
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
Am I really here?
Is this really me?
Is there a real me?
I'm not so sure
For all I know there is no me,
I don't matter any more than a leaf
Falling from a tree in November
Twirling to the ground,
Whether or not anyone is around
To see it fall.
But of course I FEEL
Of course I MATTER to ME
Or at least somewhat
Will this ever come to an end
Will I ever be able to live,
Unafraid, unabashed?
Will there ever be a me worthy
Of unabashedness?