Don't judge a book.

Where did I go wrong?
When did the road beneath me crack?
Where was I when the windows broke and the water came rushing?
Who am I now?
Now that I'm treading on memories, in the middle of my bed.
Crying out for love to find me, for happiness to evolve me,
Into who I once was, but it's impossible.
I'm not the little girl with her heart opened wide.
That carefree, laughing me, is now a distant memory.
So where do I go on this tortured path,
When there's no one to turn to?
How do I find strength in all that is weak?
How do I know when I've finally found me?
Half the time I don't know if I'm real or fake.
It all just fades into a shade of who I want to be and who I was.
You want to know the real me?
Do you want to spend a day in the life?
This is it. This is what I am, because who is lost.
I'm just another empty package with a pretty bow.
Disappointment disguised by a smile,
A smile that isn't mine.



-SLR