I'm taking a path; a long winding road.
Trying to find my place; my home.
I don't know where I'm at, there aren't any signs.
I took my own path, now I'm lost on the sidelines.
I don't know who I am; a constant search of mine.
I live out of daydreams with no sense of time.
I ignored all their demands, trying to become my own person.
But it backfired on me because now I don't feel human.
I used to be vibrant, happy, and fun.
Now I'm lucky to feel anything but numb.
Laughing used to be easy but now it's become a chore.
I need a way out; an exit; a door.
It's taken awhile but I've finally become guarded.
I've become a hard shell, yet I'm still kind-hearted.
This path is empty, aside from me.
I find myself thinking, "Is this how it's supposed to be?"
My life used to be a rainbow, not so dark and dreary.
It's hard to think back on memories without getting teary.
I've blocked everyone out, making them believe I don't care.
When secretly, I just want someone to help; to be there.
I've come to an opening at the top of the path;
I'm upon a hill, observing the lives I passed.
Wishing I was normal; wishing I was free.
But I'm not, because I've lost who I used to be.