Stumbling

I really have no idea why I wrote this. It was in my head, and thus it was written.

Stumbling through this world all by myself
Lost, alone, with no one else
With so many things on my mind
It hard to just let things unwind.
To guide a life to a future untold
I reach for something I cannot hold.
The people who don't see me cry
Will never know the colour of my sky
Frustration gets to me every day
In every way, I have to pay.
Independence is on my mind and in my heart
For living and dying is an art.