Trying to Break Free

Stuck in this crazy world
pretending not to be
who I want to see me,
and trying to break free.
Where do I go from here,
if anywhere else
could ever be good enough?
The need to run,
the desire to escape;
it all overwhelms me.
Remembering my good fortune,
because I think it's running out.
I want to me more . . .
to know more than this feeling.
It's all about finding myself
among the dying crowd
and knowing where to go next.
Who am I
to deny destiny's will,
but a mere lost soul
trying to break free.