Swan Song

This is a little piece of randomness i came up with, and I had to think of the name in the moment, so now it's called "Swan Song," i guess.

If you haven't noticed, I'm still lost,

Simply trying to organize my thoughts,

And no matter how hard I try,

I just can't stop thinking.

That no matter how hard we cry,

We don't stop believing ,

But there were drawings in the sand,

And there was writing on the wall,

And many times did I stumble,

But not once did I fall,

I lay among the shattered glass,

Fragments of my reflection,

The shards, they glinted in the dust,

And flaunted my imperfection,

I lived among the shadows,

But in blinding light I thrived,

I tried to tell my stories,

But my fault i still denied,

I ran from my battles,

But I wan the wrong way,

So I still had to face,

The demons of the day,

The people in my eyes were,

Bright in there own right,

But only through printed pages,

Did I truly see the light,

So where am I supposed to stop,

Where do I find the truth,

That I would find my story complete,

before I end my youth.