Finding myself, who I am, who we are.
Is not an easy task.
Brought to us to explain to others.
Who ask but don't yet get.

It's a Rollercoaster ride,
Spinning and turning as we try to figure out where the right spot to get off is.
We are left to figure it out on our own.
Dropped into a sea of wonders and confusion.

It's very hectic you see?
In a mind all your own where you can be whoever you want to be.
But it's who you decide and when you do it,
That creates the pain and dread, though you knew it.
Yet you leave to let your pain go.
As I ask you to stay my pain grows.

Love is not an easy thing.
Thrown aside and well forgotten.
But every time told to stand strong.
As you falter you steps and become so shaky.
The one thing that kept you in line.
Helped you step up and shine.
Left without a second glance.
As you stumbled and fell right back again.

We know they all had good intentions.
To leave and figure out what part of them was missing.
But for us, now that's completely different.
Our story's are not very well written.

As we try to stand on our own again.
Using the help from a few good friends.
We wibble and wobble to start back up.
Like a baby just learning to walk.

With the memories still there
It's so hard to bear.
When the ones we loved so much.
Cave in and leave us in the dust.

Leaving promises of another day.
When maybe things will get better.
Maybe then they will stay.
But who knows how long that will be.
What if I melt away?

I guess you don't know what I've been through.
Or maybe your just trying to forget.
But you can never forget the look on my face.
When you mentally slapped me and told me to go away.

It's a memory you will forever hold.
As you look as the mirror even when you get old.
You will remember my face.
Tears streaming down my face.
As I begged you not to leave me.
Then told me I was a disgrace.

So now you push me away.
Pretending I'm not in your way.
Though no matter how hard you try.
I will always be living inside.

So searching is what I will be.
To find my own legs so I can be free.
Words are one thing that set me free.
And someday maybe the world will see.