Selfish

I always wanted a place to rest my head

Unsure of who I am, it's been impossible to find

I've only found comfort in writing instead

Putting pen to paper, truth spilling out like water on the coastline

A thought occured to me while sitting the other day

"Selfishness seens to be the center of human life"

This fact shook me, leaving me with nothing to say

It cut into my mind like a surgical knife

So I began with a heart of gold

now broken

held together by mortar and is very cold

I still cling to a past hope that there is a shred of good in all of us

but I'm afraid it's all been sold

Sold for meaningless reasons

only to better themselves

as life gets shorter

I am but a writer and a lover

nothing more

Words leave my mouth and hover in the air

Pain is universal and I make it a point

to show all they are not alone in feeling sore

Try to show that I care

But does this make me selfless?

I really dont think so

I am human making me selfish.

This I do know

I know this because writing is also a therapy for me to feel fine

Letting all hurt bleed onto the page

Feeling better with each passing line

Day by day, I feel a sickness in my heart like the scars that never leave

But when I get it off my chest, I feel a weight lifted

Not a permanent bliss but still a gift to recieve

I swear there are two sides to all of us, it's easy to see

You just have to focus on the side you truly want to be

Most choose the one that benefits them most

But how can we sleep at night ignoring out past's ghosts?

Because as I said, "we are human", remember?

We care of only ourselves the most

Author's Note

Would really love some comments on my lyrics. I love hearing others opinions on what I write. It means a lot to me truly,