Waiting...

If someone could read my mind,
Oh what sight that would be!
Having someone know who I really am,
Inside this person I am pretending to be,
I am happy,
Yet I am sad,
For why?
I do not know the reason for;
I am lost,
But I know where I am;
I hope,
Yet faith is no longer in me;
I do not know what's on the other side,
Of that closed door;
I am waiting to find out,
I do hope it's soon,
Yet I still hope its far;
For I have things to see and stuff to do,
Before I get to open the door.