Limited.

I want to be and do a lot of things. I want to be a great friend, daughter and sister. I want to be inspiring, want to do great things for people, I want to help out. Help those people who's going through the tuff stuff I went through, still going through. I want to help people with the loneliness that can feel almost to hard to bare.  I want to be strong, brave, a port in the storm. But for so long I've been a prisoner of my own hell. It's like my feelings no longer belong to me. Instead it's like I'm borrowing them and I can't really understand them because they're not originally from me. I'm not sure how to get the control back, the balance and as long  as its like this I feel so limited.