Discovery of Self

ME,
with all this vision,
all these talents I possess-
Am I wasting them,
or is my mind just a mess...?

ME 
with all this potential, this passion,
And all these possibilities inside
me-
The loose ends that 
don't get tied
never tide me over...

ME,
With all the makings 
for greatness
and all these successful traits,
still failing
at the simplest of tasks.

ME,
with all these mutable emotions,
and these shifting thoughts and feelings...
I can never pin them down,
but I wasn't built
to frown.

ME,
the person who's always 
holding court, never judges,
always listening tall, and coming up short.
Learning endlessly,
introspective, yet extroverted,
the one who's always worried about
everyone else first,
and self last.

Me, with tearless eyes,
and padded shoulders...

ME,
Always the listening ear,
always the shoulder to cry on...

ME...
MYSELF...
I...

Who am I, really?
And just what have I done 
so WRONG --
That I always fall flat on my face
In the moments when I most
need a helping hand?

Whatever It Takes

I don't know why I bother anymore,
because my heart still hurts,
an open wound, a festering sore.
I don't know why I keep trying,
when my efforts remain fruitless
and I always end up crying.
I couldn't say why I fight so hard
because I no longer know what I'm fighting for
and I can't deal with your blatant disregard.
I'm so sick of the pain,
tired of feeling this way-
as though I'm living my life without mirrors; in vain.
I don't know why I second guess myself,
Why I doubt my own nature,
why my hindrances have no help.
Just take my heart already, would you-
throw it to the lions,
Let them rip it to shreds - would you?
I'm in pieces, forever falling apart
bursting at the seams-
Our end is near, and I don't know where it starts.
Pleading with Karma, and beseeching the fates,
I know not how to achieve sanctum -
but I'll do whatever it takes.

Visions of Blandeur

I can't think straight,
my thoughts are too crooked...
I can't see clearly,
my vision's too blurred...
I don't doubt it-
but my mind is too crowded
And i can't shake it
because I'm being held in place...
Please tell me
it wont hurt forever
and please don't tell me that there's nothing I can do;
This is my plea...
For I can do it all, I can do anything-
Don't you see?
Please tell me that it gets easier...
but don't ever say
that life is easy-
because if it was,
we'd never hurt,
never learn-
never heal...
we'd never be happy
because we never learned how to overcome sadness.