On the Edge of Myself

I'm living on the edge of everything

Don't know if I'm going to fly or going to slip

Don't know how long I'm going to feel more worse

Don't know if I'm truly loved or if they only pretend

Every day I wake up in a war, but can I keep defendin'?

When will it be my end, or am I gonna keep resisting?

A gale inside my head, it's ravelin' my head

If I can stop this storm, its blue will turn to gilt

I'm fighting with my shadow, don't know who's the real me

Smiles on my face, but inside I'm empty

Screamin' for some peace, but my mind won't be still

Tryna hold the whole wheel while I'm goin' downhill

Am i afraid of being relieved, afraid to lose this pain ?

Is sadness representin' me, or a part of my wraith ?

Should i keep to fight, or maybe i need a truce

A truce to find the real me, and also to find out the truth

I feel i'm overbalanced, of swimmin' against the stream

Every time i'm tryin' to flee, the waives drift me from the beach

I can't see these cuffs, so why do i feel like a siege

I thought i'm a poet, a fluent but not against my grief

I wish i was a leaf, that blooms and then it falls

I've been folded my whole life, expelled outside their fold

Unfolded from outside, but inside i'm filled with fold

I wish i was a tree, that stands against the storms

And if people throw it with stones, it smiles and doesn't respond

I wish i can find out who is me, and where i have to go

And why i've been created, and what's the way to the right

Till then, I walk with questions, not answers, as my guide.