Confession #91: What is right?
And just like that, I'm lost. I'm hidden from the world that's being exposed to me. I'm lost. Which path should I take, right, or left? Nobody seems to care. People say left, people say right, but what exactly is right? Is it right to listen to your heart? Is it right to listen to your loved ones' hearts? Are both of them right? I'm lost, I'm tired. I don't know what's right and what's left. What's right or what's wrong. It seems to me everyone is prospering in life. People winning, people happy, people loud, people found. But I am forever lost, forever tired. I find my time ticking away in a small hourglass ever so slowly. I don't prosper, I don't smile. I'm just tired. I'm just a little girl, hidden and lost in the big woods of life. I don't know which path to take, I don't know what to try. How do you even try to take a dangerous path, without knowing the consequences? I'm tired. I would like to sink deep deep down into the depths of silence. I do not want to hear the voices arguing over what's right and what's wrong. I don't want people to yell at me and not listen to what I have to say. I want to be heard. I've tried to be loud but those silent hands choke me and threaten to kill me if I say a word. I don't know whether or not I will ever be heard, I don't know whether or not I will ever not be tired. God, I want this happiness to blanket me this warmth I have never felt. Because lately everything has been so cold and dark lately as I'm sitting in the prison of indecisiveness. Did I take the right path? Should I have not done what I thought was right? Should I have followed what they told me? Are they mad of me? I don't know. I just don't know.
Love,
Taz xx
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Non-Fiction"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe I'm just Taz. A girl who is...
