Complex creature 

 

How can someone understand me?

If I cannot understand myself?

I can keep the dark feelings at bay

If I don’t share them with anyone else

 

People think I have it together

But man, they’ve got it wrong

Maintaining a certain facade 

One I’ve kept going— for so long

 

I’m a complex creature, dear

Made of many things

Not quite sure of who I am

And terrified of what the knowing

Might bring

 

I’m searching for a place

That might feel like home

Perhaps that doesn't exist— for creatures like me

And I’m meant to be alone…

 

Or perhaps a part of me

Lives everywhere

A little of my identity here….

And then a little bit over there…

 

Eclectic 

An old soul

Who is young at heart

But does it really matter

Where I end 

Or where I start?

 

In some ways conventional

And in other ways— not at all

But hey

If there is a part of you in many places

There are many hands to catch you— when you fall

 

So, when I wonder— what I was meant to be

And where I was meant to go

My purpose—and my worth

I remind myself that a piece of me belongs everywhere

And I'm a citizen of the earth