Somehow

Somehow I get these strange feelings that everything I know is wrong.
Somehow I dream little things that can change people.
Somehow I doubt myself with everything I do.
Somehow I’m able to change little things about me.
Somehow I keep thinking back to the old me.
Somehow I wonder if you would’ve liked the old me better.
Somehow I wonder if I’m like everyone else in this world.
Somehow I feel I stand out from others in my own way.
Somehow I wonder if I can really do anything I put my mind to.
Somehow my mind questions if I’m a good person.
Somehow I seek out little answers to big things.
Somehow I wonder if anyone else thinks the things I think.
Somehow I think it doesn’t matter.
Somehow I like the way I am simply because I’m me.