lost, lost, lost.
unsure of where I'm heading
or even some sort of idea of what I want,
but supposedly I have it all together.
can't look at myself without stressing
or go to sleep at night without worrying myself sick
over what?
uncertainty-
just not knowing
I like to mask how little I know
with how much I've collected from my surroundings
but at the end of the day I know the truth;
and I'm
lost, lost, lost.
YOU ARE READING
La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
