Self-comprehension

I'm new in this world but I know my soul is old
The only way to recognize is looking me in the eyes.
They tell you all the truth even I misunderstood
You may see me through after all my soul showed you.
Scared.
Strong.
Weak.
I know where I belong, my feeling get disturbed
Now it is lacking air in my lungs.
I may be lost, but not lost like the others
Because I still know the way. 
I still know the way.