Feeling Empty, useless , left out and forgotten.
mind races wild, defiled, but intensions not rotten.

I just need a place, to call my home.
Wish Uncle Sam, would throw me a bone.

You see, inside my beating chest, lays my Best friend
my kind heart.
Hoping it will see me through, not to the end, but to
my next start.

Do you know me? I ask. Without my "express card"?
Do I know myself? I task, to look inside my soul hard.

Hoping to find inside, my lifes goal.. but fearing
to find my hyde, has a neverending hole..
DRS

Thankyou for sharing that :-)
Know it's a vulnerable thing to do, sharing your innermost here with others.
Inspiring what you write.
I have confidence we'll all find a way to our true self,
home again through these strugglesome days and nights.

Love and respect

Lovely. Very thought provoking. Well done.