Lost

As I wounder threw this world trying to figure out who I am, can I discover who I am or what I shall be. As I wounder threw this life, I hope I can still find who I shall be. I feel lost and hopeless wounder who I am, a task I seek to discover who I shall be. I am alone in my thoughts, trying to figure out what I shall be. Lost and lonely I wounder about, even with the people in my life I am lost and lonely. I live life as I should but feel emptiness as I seek, for who I am is not who I shall be. I suppress my thoughts and actions on a daily basis, I battle what I do with every action, for what I live now I don't know if it is who I truly am. To feel lost and alone is scary in its self, but to not know who you are is a feeling all to its self.