one time i got lost
in the craziness of this world,
i took one wrong turn
and ended up at a dead end.

i walked a few more blocks,
grew a few more years older,
learned a little more
but ended up at the same dead end.

i banged my fists against the wall,
there had to be another way.
but when i looked back all i saw was pain
and when i looked forward all i saw was the wall.

people tried to tell me who i was
and i believed them.
i lost myself
to this dead end.

my hands were bruised,
exhausted and drained.

what is hope i asked,
when there is nothing to hope for?
what is glee,
when there is no reason to be happy?
what does it feel like to be accepted,
when fingers only point out flaws?

i thought i knew the answers
but if no one else in this world does
then it’s hard to believe they are true.

i got lost
in this world,
and need the directions to get back home.