Why cant I…
Me
I need to…
Me
A sense of life…
Me
A purpose for being…
Me



Why can’t I please me with just being me
Am I not worthy enough for my eyes to see
Are my hips to big, my eyes to small
My hair to long, or am I too tall

I need to know what I’m doing wrong
Am I talking too much, or smiling too wide
Or do I just hate the way that I stride

A sense of life is what I should give me
A chance to see who I want to be
I look up high and search down low
But only I give me the will to show
The world that I really am
To prove I’m not a helpless lamb

A purpose for being is what I seek
To prove I’m not sorry and meek
My reason to get up and breathe the air
My motive to leave this devil’s lair

Why cant I love me for me
I need to see what it is you see
A sense of life to heal my soul
A purpose for being seems out of my control