For scrapping, refreshing, and rebooting my life so many times, I am still trying to figure out the real meaning I stand for. Everyone has a purpose, and I feel like I am yet to understand my own reason. I know who I want to be, and what I want to accomplish, but is that what I am supposed to do with my life? All I've ever thought about for the future is if I will be okay. I'm afraid to fail, or to disappoint someone, or disappoint myself, because I know what I'm capable of. I hope to show the world real beauty, fix the angry boycotting problems, and change the face of reality. I hope to inspire and be a role model of some. I no longer want to fear any monstrous stress thoughts in my head about the future. I want to live by just going with the flow and finding out all I can do. I just don't know how to do that.
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Spoken Poetry
PoetryThese are some poems of my own. They are about all different things. Some of them can be a little upsetting for younger readers.
