Will The Real Me Please Stand Up

cold, dark days ahead
all these thoughts run through my head
why do they never stop
why is sleep a task i mock
this brain of mine never shuts off
its endless worries and fears keep me lost

i write and write, but it's never enough
the words keep coming, they are soft
loud and screaming from deep inside
just pleading to come out and rest for awhile
i fight the voices, the confusion that grumbles
but the burden is heavy, and i trip and stumble

this must be part of healing,
and my words and thoughts may not make sense
but a force from within tells me to no longer ride the fence
the fence between fake and real
to be myself
this is me, ugly as hell
my thoughts are deep, my passions intense
my love is forever, my disorder is immense

that's the truth about me, as far as i know
i'm not sure who else i am, this person noone really knows
i hope to find her (me) someday
and embrace her and love her and tell her she'll be ok
that's my goal, that's whats screaming inside
these angy voices, they want to all fly

will the real me please stand up
we'd like to all meet you and show you you're loved