Am I Really Me?

There is nothing that defines me
For I am full of blasphemy
There is nothing that denies this
And I end up thinking am I really me

I am falling deep inside and I don’t know
Where am I going?
Someone, please help me
I am tired of this mourning

In the college, in the church, with friends
And at home
I am a different person

My actions and my words
My thoughts and my emotions
Are of no great concern

Now I sit and contemplate
Where my soul is and my spirit
But I do not get an answer

The world is full of matter
And feelings have got scattered
And am still searching the answer

But finally the search is over
To love and to be loved
Is the only answer

I am happy now it seems
As I know I am freed
Of this cancer

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