I was flipping through an old notebook of mine, and came across this song I wrote a couple of years ago, shortly after I stopped attending meetings.
Verse 1
Sometimes I feel,
like I'm wearing someones mask.
I hide my soul,
on the shelf.
I've worn the face,
of many other men.
to be someone,
people understand.
But if its not me,
then I'm living my own lie.
I try so hard.
I dont know why.
I cant believe,
I subject my serenity,
to be like them,
I'm on my knees.
Chorus
So whats a wounded soul to do?
Whats a lost state of mind gonna find?
If its not too late,
I'd like another try.
If its not too late,
I'd like another try.
There is a girl,
She shares my point of view.
She lives her life,
the way I try.
She understands,
whats locked inside of me.
I see it in her eyes,
and I wonder why.
It took so long,
to become my own self.
And to hell with them,
the ones that left.
I found my life,
within my soul.
I found the key,
it set me free.
Repeat chorus
This song brings back painful memories, of being cut off from people you grow up with, and think are your friends. I've come along way from then, and have started a new life that dosent require supressing who I really am.