Somehow Poem by La'Chelle Yount

Counting down the days
Time slips by without a trace
Hoping for some sort of change
Feelings, attitude, scenery, anything
A child again with fingers under the door
Searching for someone who will find me here
A glimpse of reality strikes me down again
The knowledge of me is far too much
Lurking in the darkness all my fears haunting
All of them finding me at one point
As if hunting me like small prey
Trying hard not to notice myself I turn
Turn and run as far away and as I can
Finally with nothing to hide but the truth
I find you, so convincing that everything is fine
Somehow I believe you
Where did you come from again?
Did you find what you are looking for?
...Somehow