I am not yet who I am supposed to be.
I have a past; I have regrets.
And there are words that I'd love to take back.
Shame can take me places I wish not to be.
Those things that I have done come creeping back to me.
I feel like a child who's lost and alone. I never feel safe, I never feel at home.
My eyes are blind, can this be? I feel like a prisoner who won't be set free.
© Melissa Carlson 2015
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
I am not yet who I am supposed to be.
I have a past; I have regrets.
And there are words that I'd love to take back.
Shame can take me places I wish not to be.
Those things that I have done come creeping back to me.
I feel like a child who's lost and alone. I never feel safe, I never feel at home.
My eyes are blind, can this be? I feel like a prisoner who won't be set free.
© Melissa Carlson 2015
