Beautiful soul

I don't know how I feel
nor what I feel, but the feeling just stays there,
growing and increasing, making you crave being alone,
making things more uncertain,
I misunderstand myself sometimes, but I always find solace and
understanding in a couple of people,
but sometimes it gets too much
even for the strongest people
and when I eventually need that solace
I just need the pleasure that holds joy and happiness,
the feeling that I'm not alone

Emotions are swirling, you're not confused
you know what you want, what you need
it's within your reach, but not your grasp
then it hurts like hell,
because you're crippled,
laying in a waste of your own emotions and nightmares
trying to reach that person that brings you peace in the eye of the storm
and to also make the world understand that
You have a beautiful soul but you're
misunderstood.