Uncertainty
Often times I'm consumed by great fear,
Characterized by a feeling of "who am I?" and "why am I here?"
That feeling is called uncertainty.
The lingering voice in your head that makes you question everything.
Your purpose.
Your worth.
Your beauty.
It consumes me.
What is a "you" and what is a "me"?
What determines individuality?
What is the point of anything at all?
YOU ARE READING
don't forget me.
PoesiaA compilation of my poetry, the diary of my distress, the warmth of my heart. Everything that I need someone to hear.
