You looked at me
And wanted to see her,
But I wasn’t her
And that was my beauty.

When you are alone
Those dark days seem like forever
But always remember
You are the sky
And everything else is the weather

You searched high and low, far and wide,
But never did you realise,
That what you needed was in front of your very own eyes.

You broke her into a thousand pieces
So you could find your missing one.

There will be storms that we will overcome.
For it is often said, a river will find its way back to an ocean.

In each line, there’s a meaning,
Each word, a hidden truth.
There’s a life of pain and here lies the proof.

Thinking is a blessing and a curse.
As humans we jump to conclusions and can assume the worst.

Do I look ok? Is she my friend?
I know I’m driving him over the bend.

Do you think giraffes worry, as humans do?
Is my neck too long? Is my tongue too blue?

I guess they just eat their leaves and do what they can.
It is a strange thing being a human.

Anxiety feels like I’m not the real me.
The real me is locked in a cage
And I don’t have the key.

I’m so afraid that I’m not bringing enough to the table;
I need to do more for others to accept me,
Only then, I take a closer look at my table,
And realise it’s empty.