Reflection

I look down in this water,
but I don't see myself.
I see someone who's not me,
my reflection's someone else.

This someone knows what they want in life,
so that certainly can't be me.
This door is one that is well locked,
and I don't have the key.

I don't have the key to my own heart.
I don't know who I am.
The sad thing is I've stopped trying.
I don't give a damn.

It feels so horrible not knowing what I want,
or where life's going to lead.
It hurts like a cut that won't heal
and continues still to bleed.

There's just one thing that unlocks that door,
but I haven't found it yet.
It pains my body and wracks at my brain,
it is a constant threat.

I know I shouldn't be so worried,
but I don't want to be left behind.
What if I never unlock the door?
My feelings are forever confined.

One day, hopefully sooner than later,
this key will come to be.
So when I look into the water,
I'll finally see me.