I hold my pen against the paper,
But only scribbles greet me
Squiggle, doodle, criss cross
I’m lost in a sea of uncertainty
Was there a boy who could finally fit in
Or a monster who found himself a friend?
But, often, things aren’t so simple
That’s too naive in the end
There are so many stories I wish to tell,
But they all get caught up in the tangled mess that is my mind
Could there be a car stranded in the desert?
But with an ending I could never find
Perhaps there’s a girl who looked in the reflection,
But she only saw eyes filled with tears
As she’s losing her grip on the hand that she clung to
While everything around her disappears
Could she ever realize that light’s just around the corner
Bringing hope and a chance to be free
On second thought, maybe not
‘Cause that sounds a just a little too much like me