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Beginning to see I can’t trust even myself.

But when I don’t have that what else can I do?

I gotta trust someone the first is always oneself.

And if I barely do that who else is gonna be true?



They say I’ll make a name for myself because I’m smart,

Yet put downs too much and doubted even more,

To a once  little gurl with self confidence and heart,

Has broken me down and I feel beat to the floor.



Parents don’t help. They try but there’s no satisfaction.

I have my many questions and I need them answered!

I’ll scream; I’ll beg; I’ll look and take action.

No matter what I do it appears I’m not heard.



No one can help me there’s no one to trust.

Maybe not even Mr. Right, if he’s even out there.

But I’ll still probably marry him living in disgust,

Cause he may have come close, but he’ll never hit ‘there’.



They’re not being answered and it drives me to depression.

Can’t find answers within myself or in seek.

More and more occur as I go deeper in question.

I can feel them increase as my mind gets rapidly weak.



More question to answer and I feel like I’m being beat.

Maybe it’s because I’m about sixteen going over the big change.

But then again isn’t it suppose to be sweet?

Or is there behind stories of this age hidden because they’re so strange?



No one understands even on a slight level of how I feel.

I’ve looked and I’ve searched both hi and low.

Maybe this request of mine is just too ideal.

But this is my karma and I reap what I sew.



Inspired by: / Dedicated to: Myself and my unanswered questions

Created on: June 21, 2005