I Don’t Know

I Dont Know


Don’t ask me how I’m doing,
You really don’t want to know.
Stop trying to make me happy,
When it’s likely not to show.

I don’t know who it is that I see,
In the mirror of my life.
The face forever changing,
My heart, always in strife.

I don’t know who I really am,
Naive, gullible, I’m sure.
Will it be the third or fourth man,
Knocking at my door?

But what I need is to find myself,
Do I really dislike dogs?
Do I like to write and sing,
Or none of them at all?

I want to find the greatest me
That I would like to be,
Without all the expectations,
No ones voices within me.

I know that I’m alone,
I know that I can cry,
I know that I’m not wanted,
Rejected by my heart’s desire.

Opinions of what is and isn’t,
I don’t care to hear.
It’s my life, my living, my path,
It’s my wrongs and my rights, not theirs.

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