[I cannot find myself...]



	I cannot find myself I am lost My plans for life are few I am not sure of anything My reasons for living are all mysteries I hate who I am I am an awful person My actions are disgruntling I am a mass of confusion My words and thoughts mean nothing to anyone I am alone I am afraid My strong point is also my downfall I am misunderstood My life spins in circles I have no answers I have too many questions My worries consume me I make no sense 1999

		This poem was during one of those periods that I was clueless about life. I am sure everyone has been through one, and that's why I am sure you understand this. I have written this same poem (basically) on at least three other occasions.

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