Some days, I feel like I don’t quite belong,
Torn between two worlds where I’ve grown strong.
One is familiar, full of familiar faces,
Comfort in the memories, familiar places.
The other calls me with a whisper so faint,
A new adventure I’m afraid to taint.
Dreams of a different life, of what could be,
A place beyond what I’ve known to set me free.
I carry my doubts like a heavy weight,
Wishing I could just choose my fate.
But part of me still hopes, still dares to believe,
That I can find my way and learn to grieve—
For what I leave, and what I might find,
In this tangled, restless, searching mind.
I’m still figuring out who I am,
Caught in between, but I’ll find my plan.
Because even torn, I know I’m enough—
A girl trying to hold her dreams, her love, her stuff.
