misery
By scarlas29
Everyday I approach myself, Cautious and curious- As to what may become of me. I never think right, always wrong, Well at least that’s how it seems. Why do I always do the wrongs I see? They are loud and clear, But yet I churn myself in deep with these. Confused and lost, No where to turn- And my life seems abandoned by all security. I’m thrown a loop, And dance with doubt of all that I know. I think of mental challenges, The ones I throw myself- On purpose it seems. I think of the good future I want to see, Yet I see myself shrink… So literally. I want a good, clean being, But destroy myself with misery- Is the accomplishments I see. Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 02:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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