Finding Me

It's like walking through,
A field of wild flowers,
Looking so strangely perfect,
That you almost need to find the chaos.

Like how perfect the first snowfall is,
that you have to track through it.
Like falling into a lake,
So dark and murky,
You can't seem to fight your way out of it.

Wanting to scream,
but knowing no one will hear me.
In this small square room,
Green walls surrounding me.

Splashes of purple and green,
Not a place for anything,
Trying to find myself,
in this ocean of someone else.

Trying to figure out,
What to do when no one understands,
maybe you will finally get it,
when you can finally comprehend.