...Myself...

I am loosing myself
inside of myself,
and I'm begging to be set free.
I can't find myself,
I've lost myself,
among the former litter of tragedy.

I have forgotten myself,
all about myself,
that now I feel like someone new.
I have no sense of myself,
no confidence in myself,
yet somehow I struggle on through.

I have promised myself,
after forgiving myself,
that I won't do this again.
I have sworn to myself,
even cursed myself,
but I have stayed true in the end.

I have found myself,
in the center of myself,
I am scared and silent and weak.
I am holding myself,
scolding myself,
for being everything except me.

I want to be myself,
to know myself,
to share in the joy that is life.
But I'm traped in myself,
dying inside myself,
to get me out from where I hide.

I trust myself,
support myself,
even when me and myself can't agree.
I just am unsure of myself,
uncertain of myself,
though I really shouldn't be.

I want to be myself,
so I'm giving myself,
I am offering myself to you.
All of myself,
not just part of myself,
It is all that I am able to do.

I value myself,
so I'm sure myself,
will be a price worthy.
Though if not myself,
then instead of myself,
I'll be whatever you want me to be.

I am opening myself,
carving myself,
a door to finally be free.
I am outside of myself,
Looking down at myself,
and I find I don't really know me.

lisa.