Lover of Words

Twenty Three

this is nonsense (1)

I feel lost these days
it seems that home is calling me
cause strength from where I'm standing is slipping away
pieces by pieces, they left me
I have no idea where to go
or whom to talk to
chased opportunity after opportunity
but it's like none of them was made for me
I'll be pathetic if I say
I'm not tired of waiting
because I am
hopeless and senseless
that if I could be born into other person's body, I would
someone who's good in her craft
someone who's intelligent
someone who's beautiful
someone who seem to get her life together
these days I am eaten up by insecurities
and it sucks
I wish I could go out there and share some motivations
but how could I do that
when everytime I look in the mirror
it reflects a failure