Sometimes,
I want to give up.
I don't know who I am,
What I want to do,
What I want to be.
I'm a mess.
Of stories,
Of dreams,
Of emotions,
Of things no one understands,
Not even me.
I spend hours at a time,
Attempting to figure it all out,
Trying to make some sense,
To rid myself of doubt.
But it never works,
The confusion never leaves,
The doubt always lurks,
My mind a constant mess,
Spoken words: less and less.
Sometimes I sit remembering,
The times when I was young,
The times when I knew,
What I was and what I'd do,
The times that I used to play,
Instead of sitting inside all day,
The times that I would laugh,
Of things completely daft.
Oh what I wouldn't give,
To feel carefree,
To be able to live,
To know about me.
What I wouldn't give,
For it to be clear,
To live my life,
With no constant fear.
YOU ARE READING
Escaped
PoetryWords from my mind, strung together so they rhyme... (kind of) A collection of poems that have fled my head.
