I don't know what i'm doing.
Not a normal "idk", but a hard one.
Not like I'm not sure of what I'm doing or because I've never done it before.
Not like I'm trying something new and I'm a bit lost about it.
No.
I don't know what I'm doing at all.
Idk what I'm doing here, or there, or there.
Idk what I'm doing with my life, my choices, my breath, in and out.
Idk what I'm doing since I wake up in the morning untill I go lay down at night.
Idk what I'm doing even when I say I know.
But just because I don't want anyone to know that idk what I'm doing.
Because if I don't know, I don't know and that's pretty scary.
So scary that I wish I didn't know that idk what I'm doing.
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Random Bad Poetry About Me.
PoetryTW: Poesia ruim sobre minhas experiências de vida. (não leve nada escrito aqui a sério, não vale a pena)