lost unicorn

Lost once more 
Amazing how these cycles of life keep making me dizzy
Unbelievable how stupid and childish growing up seems to be 
Resting seems to never come easy, crying seems to be lonely and no one
seems to speak the  same language 
conversations are shallow and without end 
Apparently  dying or quitting is no option 
So here I am just a phone  call away from going insane
thinking how did i make such a mess of everything
i keep searching for answer
always in the wrong faces
wrong places
no one seems to get it
i am not a child
see the wrinkles on my nose
they are not  funny marks
not are they from starring at the stars
they are battle scars
from fighting with pink rose petals and unicorns