Stranded

Stranded on an island all alone,
We try to cope with that there is,
Me and my many personalities.

At first, it’s hard to cope.
There’s no one familiar
And I feel uncomfortable.

But eventually I pull through,
After all the doubt,
And confusion.

I start to mingle with my imagination,
Making new friends,
Who seem to disappear in a flash.

Sometimes there are fights.
But that’s what you get yourself into,
Being someone you’re not.

I often find myself looking twice,
At the cruel, unforgiving reflection,
That appears in the water.

Who am I? I’m not who I was before.
Before I came to this cold desert island,
Of fighting and gossip.

I wander, aimlessly,
Trying to figure what’s wrong.
What is mistaken with this bliss?

Something is wrong, I know that much.
But what?
I finally fit in, even though I had to change myself.

The changes weren’t too bad;
I got over them quickly,
As I started to worry about other things.

My self’s and I start to fight,
Over some rumor,
That someone made up.

I’m chased away from the crowd,
The clique,
Of those who fit.

I finally realize what’s missing,
What’s wrong in this paradise…

There’s no you.