always qestions

Sometimes it can be a lonely road,
my mind constantly wondering and within these realms I roam,
I'm I one in a million or just another tortured sole, 
do I struggle more  than most,  I've been left with nothing so many times that now all I have is hope,
sat hear trying to make sense of these notes, constructing castles with in my mind when in reality 
I have no home,

it seems I'm always trying to please that hurt me the most, most days I feel like letting go
but still  I hold,
smile, cry, pain , anger , tears, bereavement 
question, purpose , reason , meaning,  
growing, learning,  there's always two sides to a leaf in life, then there's always purpose