Searching, searching, searching for myself


finding only the things I don't like when I look in the mirror


hoping that one day I'll find beauty in myself.


But believing that there is no beauty to be found.


Moving forward in life clinging to the past


afraid to make those mistakes again,


or to allow it to happen to me again.


Loving the world but not enough to emerse myself in it


wondering everyday why people give any time to me


when I'm not sure I'd give that time to myself.