You can’t promise me nothing will go wrong
You can’t promise that I’ll be strong
You can’t tell me how I should live
I can’t tell myself where I belong.
I don’t know what interests me,
I don’t know what drives me wild.
Jack of all trades, master of none,
Since I was a child.
Why do I not have a passion?
Why can’t I excel in one field?
I blag myself through so many
But deep down it feels unreal.
I feel an empty world overcoming me,
When I know that that’s not true.
There’s a fantastic world about me
I just need to know what to do.
Empty. Blackness.
Racing thoughts. Blackness.
Goals in life. Empty.
Reason for it all. None.
I can see no reason
But yet I feel great pain.
I have a life many would die for
And so I cry, to myself, ashamed.
Copyright © 2005 Susan Lewellen