The Lost Soul I'M Poem by Abdulaziz Mohy

I'm tired of listening
To the sound of my tears
Tired of running
Instead of facing my fears
Tired of questioning my existence
Tired of walking the path of least resistance

'Who am I? ' 'Am I supposed to be here? '
So many questions going through my mind
I want them to disappear
I'm tired of the lost soul I'm
Tired of being called a queer
I just need somewhere to belong
Something to rely on
Just want to have someone near

I just need a place to fit in
Somewhere to begin
Is it too much to ask for?
Tell me why won't anybody let me in?