what am i supposed to do with this
a yo-yo on a fucking string
from anger to tears and back again
to the rage and fears i carry within

how many times
can i write these rhymes
the words and lines
that don't seem to matter
all of these thoughts
and the times i fought
with only scars to show for my trouble

i use to purge
through my words
now they just seem to me
to be a different way for me to hurt

how am i supposed cope
with a loss of hope
and unending despair
i have traveled from here to there
and cried "its not fair"
but what have i found
when i hear the sound
of my own voice screaming?
nothing but a billowing echo
resonating through my soul

how am i supposed to see the silver lining
when it all looks grey
what am i supposed to say
when my voice is so weak inside me

how am i supposed to see
past this grief and misery
through my tears and pain
and the flooding rain
over the greying skys
past my own eyes
how do i find
who i am supposed to be