My Battle Cry.

I don't know how to get what I want,
because I want to get what I dont know.
Please someone out there hear me.
Let me hear, "Hey yeah, that sounds right"
It's the constant, same old, get to know me, fight.
Some of us are better able.
Others are still trying.
Where is the middle of the road?
Is the battle really worth dying?
I feel I stayed out way to long,
and find myself in the wrong.
My thoughts are jumbled, my words are slurred,
I just want to know what you prefferred.
I am a pleaser, not of myself,
was taught to leave my heart on the shelf.
I was shown that others do come first.
God, what a mess, I feel I am dying of thirst.
Is it too late for me?, will I ever really be able to see?
My wants given,
My needs filled,
My mind made up by me and not for me?
This is my battle,
This is my cry,
what will become of me, until the day that I will die?