My whole life I have felt un-easy. On edge. Paranoid. From an alcoholic Father, to a gambling Mother, I was juggled around, town to town, never feeling at home. In myself I did not find solace, as my self esteem kept things stormy. Along with a head that has never really fit the norm.
And so many times I have asked 'Who am I?' Actions and reactions, sending me tummbling down a road I didn't choose, in a body I did not understand. Creating consequences I did not calculate, feelings I did not wish to hurt, acting out the poor, wretched soul I had formulated in my head.
Until I found you. Until I found myself.
And I can't put my finger on the exact moment, nor day, nor even week. But I can put foward an explanation.
The storm still rages inside, I still feel I don't fit in this misguided world, I still calculate my actions, creating a self to project, yet you...
You bring out the real me. The one I only glimse from time to time. You get her, and you hold her and you won't let her go when things get too tough.
'Home could be anywhere, when I am holding you..'
And so many times I have asked 'Who am I?' Actions and reactions, sending me tummbling down a road I didn't choose, in a body I did not understand. Creating consequences I did not calculate, feelings I did not wish to hurt, acting out the poor, wretched soul I had formulated in my head.
Until I found you. Until I found myself.
And I can't put my finger on the exact moment, nor day, nor even week. But I can put foward an explanation.
The storm still rages inside, I still feel I don't fit in this misguided world, I still calculate my actions, creating a self to project, yet you...
You bring out the real me. The one I only glimse from time to time. You get her, and you hold her and you won't let her go when things get too tough.
'Home could be anywhere, when I am holding you..'
Now that was a blog to come home to read after an 11.5 hour shift. That's really awesome, and the last line makes me wanna shed a tear.