Thinking

I think as I sit alone,
I sit here and stare at my phone.
I would love to be able to be free,
I would love to be able to know me.
Music is playing,
Relatives they keep saying.
What's wrong,
Beck you are kind and strong.
But I do not believe that is me,
And it's sad that no one can see.
No one has met Rebbeca Nicholl,
No one knows how to help me with this pickle.
No one can help me for no one knows,
The real me the trials the pain the everything it shows.
So I have to search and think,
And it's making me go over the brink.
I think of the one's I love and cherish,
And what will happen when we all perish.
But I still can't find me,
And no one is telling me kindly.
So when I figure it out I will do my best,
To tell it to all the rest.
Because loosing yourself is no fun,
Especially when your living a life for no one.