I found this poem that I wrote this summer. Lost You know it's bad when you can't find your way in your own head People who know where they are all the time make me feel like I'm dead Feeling so lost and all alone doesn't seem right for me, but when I try to find the way it seems I just can't see I'm like the lightning in a storm not knowing where to go, Always wanting to be the thunder, the part that never shows Maybe I don't really want to be found, in this world of mine Being lost is just my excuse, for when I say "I'm fine" I'm almost afraid of what would happen if I found my way I'd have to stop thinking and actually live my life from day to day Stop wondering about the future and dwelling in the past Create some pease for my mind by letting go at last But by letting go does it mean I've finally given up? All my dreams and goals in life no longer fill my cup If I ever find the way, what's left to look forward to? Is it the end? Are you done? What else is there to do? Although the end is sad indeed, the ride can be quite fun By the time I'm at the end, I might be ready to be done The hope that I will find my path in life makes me feel alive So sometimes feeling lost inside is the only way to survive

How to make a Megan

Ingredients: 1 part anger 3 parts silliness 5 parts ego

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Serve with a slice of caring and a pinch of salt. Yum!