As I drift through life day after day
Following what’s known as the Norm
I find myself searching for unanswered questions
Who am I, what will be and why

All of my tomorrows are yesterdays
A mental torment of what might have been
Pain on the inside with no external scars
Just memories that sometimes turn to tears

Each teardrop that rolls down my cheeks
Every thought that endlessly causes me to cry
The tingling I experience in my fingertips
Where things have been torn from my grasp

As I try to move onward wearing my mask
I feel invisible and fit in well with society
Amongst people it’s easy to forget
Until reality becomes one with loneliness

You soon realize there are decisions to make
But you put them aside with confusion
If you make the wrong choice on something
Who is to blame for the rest of your life

People forget there are choices in this cruel world
And we all have the ability to make them
We are responsible for our own actions
But sometimes blinded by love or deceit

If I was to kneel beside a pond or lake
I would look at somebody I didn’t know in the reflection
Because I have to change my whole life
Doesn’t mean that the person inside is different

This smiling face would be seen quite clearly
Whilst the pond or lake is clam
But suddenly, two sets of ripples would appear
The picture distorts because the tears start again