Truth Poem by William F. De Paula

I never considered it a gift,
only a way to say what I want to
Because to be sincere and honest
there's nothing else I can do.

I've tried different paths
none seems to fit me
Or am I the one who doesn't fit in anything?
Or is it something I'm not able to see?

uncertain where they come from
but they always come alone
these questions that trouble my mind
and take me away from home.

I cannot find what I want
neither have what I need
only waste time with these poems
that no one is gonna read.

Selfish and self-centred, you may think I'm.
Writing about myself all the time.
Trust me, somone to care about
is all I want, someone that I can call mine.

How and where to look for
are answers that I don't know,
but Hope is all I have to hold on
inside myself wherever I go.