Is This The World I See Poem by Rita Shay

And I wonder if this girl is one I wanted to be
Struggling to keep her voice at hearing level
It’s high pitched as hell, but my dog can always hear.
I stand watching the world, trying, struggling to squeeze beauty out of it.
Wondering what if and laughing when I’m not sure how to respond.
Is this where I’m supposed to be?
Blind am I going into the deep dark room
Thrusting my hands reaching out for anything to stop me from falling.
When will I reach the light switch and find my peace?
At night I sit up in bed in all the haunting darkness and think about what I’ve done.
And what I should do.
Where are the answers to my prayers, when I keep asking questions
With no response I know how to hear?
This world I see may be a different place that I just don’t know how to see.
But if I don’t even know me how do I figure out my world, this world.