The lost key

I was putting myself out there.

I had gathered all keys that were perfect in their own unique way, but could not find their real locks.

Is it so that some are not meant to? I could see myself in them, trying relentlessly to make myself

understand that you are unique in your own way, and yet failing.

But this light is what keeps me alive. Whether we light up or not doesnt matter;

we already leave a certain impression.