Trouble Mind

Troubled mind, empty heart, I try to find, what I am meant to be.
I tried being this and that, living up to what others want to see.
Do this, not that or pay the price, my life they seemed to own.
What was this love and happiness, my prize for goodness be.
To question I must not, Shut up, be quite, That's my lot.

Like a puppet on a string, I must dance their every whim.
At night deep down emptiness brought tears they must not see.
The stars in heaven, comfort bring, friends their there for me.
Time for a man to be, but where's the childhood I never see.

Now's my chance the house to flee, what's to become of me.
Life is hard and money's short, food little and far between.
Yet this struggle purpose be, its mine and mine to own.
I did some of this, a lot of that, not all good is a fact.

Rock bottom brought death to me, then throw me back to see.
It is me I am meant to be, Love, love was always inside of me.
Emptiness gone, mind now trouble free, happiness new to me.
Though childhood gone, a child I was, never knowing what
joy can bring.

Spring in step love in heart, a new life I start. Life, life is mine.
Listen, if my words ring true I know what you are going through
Take heart I came through and so will you.

Poetry by English poet David King