If we are born whole, why do i feel as though i've been taken apart piece by piece?
Like a flower whose petals have been torn, just to figure out if he loves you.
Why is my soul still left roaming the earth looking for something real?
When will i find where i fit into this chaos?
When people rearrange your pieces, it's hard to see who you really are.
But should you dwell on who you are?
Or embrace who you are only to mould who you should be?
There is no right answer.
You just need to get up and get out.
What you seek will find you in the end.
You can't sit around waiting for your life to change.
Be the change.