Reaching out for something bigger than me
I don't believe in who I am
I believe in the person I am trying to be
I want to be the person I deserve to be
Altering the self, who am I again

I can't understand how some people are so alive within such a small existence they can't think of anything more than living in it or creating
something outside of it.
Have they grown so complacent so much so they delude themselves into thinking they have everything they could ever want.
This constant state of want and longing has left me a stranger to myself
Perhaps if I wasn't so ambitious I'd happy
I am "happy"....  sometimes... that person is a  heightened version of me I can never keep.
Forever ricocheting from extreme ecstasy to extreme sorrow
It is imperative I find an in-between lest I rattle myself apart... Again