I'm a lost soul.
I keep on thinking what my life would be if I was or wasn't me.
I keep on thinking that something is wrong with me.
But what if it's not me?
I might be faking it without knowing it.
I might want it, or not.
What if I want it to happen to me?
Though I don't.
I'm not sure what I want, what I don't want.
I spend my time thinking about a life story that is not mine, not me.
I spend my time doubting myself and doubting my thoughts and actions.
I'm not sure who I am anymore, what I am.
I wonder what, who I will be when I'm older.
I'm lost in my search of finding myself.
I'm a lost soul.
And lost souls can never be found again.
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I am SAD
Poesía"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
