I can\'t figure it out,
What life is about.
This feeling in me,
That just wants to flee.
I aim to try,
But sit and cry.
Set good intentions,
But feel stuck in detention.
In my insane mind,
I still want to be kind.
But I always mess up,
Have to pick myself up.
I feel so broke,
Not sure how to cope.
Yet nobody knows,
It hardly shows.
The terror deep down,
But not even a frown.
Searching for hope,
I just have to cope.
I wish it was clear,
Why I am here.