I hung on by a thread.
For years I couldn’t give in.
Wrong side of the tracks,
looking over to where I wished I could be.
Dreaming what I believed was needed to be happy.
Wrong turns everywhere I went
I was lost to this world.
I did what I thought would make me friends,
for years I didn’t have my own identity,
faking my way through life
just wanting to have my soul back.
I found someone I thought would help,
but it was just another act to play,
even though I felt like I was getting better,
I see now years later it was just the fault of a mind trick.
Another hide away to feel alive,
he was my outsider,
my other part of the puzzle.
With this I shed my last tear.
I found who I am supposed to be
and I will keep moving forward.
I am no longer hanging on by a thread.
I am fine with being the outsider of my own story.