Don't know,
What to regret,
And what to live for?
Whether to live for little things?
Whether to achieve bigger ones?
Whether to chase money and fame?
Living for little things feels like a curse of responsibilities,
Living for fame and money feels like burning the peace of mind alive.
Even if it's just a thought in the head,
The youthful blend has been stuck between,
The career, the living,
Trying to find balance,
Fighting the right and wrong,
Never becoming the version I was before,
Never moving past what lies ahead.
Living in daydreams, procrastinating,
Holding onto hopeless dreams,
Without putting efforts into reality.
Drained emotionally and mentally,
As if life is tearing mind and heart in the process.
From this grows a heart of stone, and mind of lava,
Walking like a ghost through town.
They spend most of their time,
Deciding what to regret,
What to live?
What to let go?
What to hold?
What to release?
How to deal?
And how to find balance?
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
