Show Me What I'm Looking For
August 2011 (10th Grade)

I feel as if my heart is always searching, but I'm not quite sre what I'm looking for. Can you show me what I'm looking for? Sentences become paragraphs, for I seem to over-analyze lately. Mistakes become regrets, for I just can't seem to let go of the past. All my ghosts surround me, but I am not afraid. I can't shake this feeling that someone is trying to tell me something. Show me what I'm looking for. I'm longing for something, but what? I'm breaking down these old four walls 'cause stone structures can't contain my mind. If the heart is always longing for its place, will it ever find its home? If a soul is out soaring, will it ever have a safe place to land? Is my soul flying, or am I falling with style? Excuse me, Sir. Can you answer my questions? Can you show me what I'm looking for? I've got dreams too big for this town. Hmm... Where to start? Dolls and crayons push me forward. Something's holding me back. Let go! Invisible restraints have a grasp on my wrists, making them an odd shade of violet. Cement walls barricade my heart. No one will get in. It seems as though an intruder is locked inside, making me weaker. I thought you left months ago, but I can't find you. Show yourself! Show me what I'm looking for... Does anyone know what I'm looking for? Through my binoculars, I peer into darkness. I walk estranged from the rest of the world with my tiny flashlight known as Will Power. Dreamers make their own miracles. So does that mean I have to write my own answers too? Someone, please... Show me what I'm looking for..