It's Hard to Find Yourself It's hard to find yourself sometimes. I mean, I feel like bits of me are hiding. Here and there, in hearts of others, in little crevices of old houses' kitchen floors. Even in the Earth beneath your's and my feet. I really want to find myself, because, well...Maybe I'm not sure, but I do, I really do. Sometimes I think people have parts of me, but they don't want to give them back, even if they don't realize it themselves. Sometimes I think I'll never find myself. I mean, like I can't hardly find my ass with both hands. How am I supposed to find a whole person? But then I think how nice it'll be to finally know... ...Me! So maybe I'll just keep searching. I'll make new friends on the way, I'm sure. Maybe it wont be so hard after all.