Pictures

I cannot be no more, any more! I look at myself and see what I have created Became everyone’s picture, of who I should be and how It worked for a long time, I thought it gave me meaning As I sit here with my formation I find it meaning less Why have I allowed it? Why have I allowed myself to become this? The one’s I spend all my time with Feeling concern, wanting to support, in the process Lost It is because I have made myself this? Their picture of who and what I should be It is because of this I have created circumstance? I cannot be for them all at once It does not work, it does not fit Their pictures all differ I have to stop, let go I cannot find the meaning It is not to be found Meaning is what I make it to be I have forgotten this When I saw it, I could not comprehend It just is And so am I