Short Stories

Missing (Poem 2)

My world is dull and distorted
Is there something missing?

Is it the confidence I want
The one that will make me more happy?
Or is it the confidence that will allow me to be myself no matter the place and time?

Is it the Friends
The ones who are leaving because they don't want to go to my school?
Or are they leaving because they're moving far far away?

Is it the traveling
Like going around the country and it's culture?
Or visiting family members who don't live near me?

Is it Love
Like the girl who understands
And makes me laugh?
Or is it that I don't have a voice
In telling her my emotions
But I realize it's to late to tell her
Because she has someone
Who makes her more happier
than I will ever will
I'll be her burden
And she'll want escape it

Is it my Innocence
The once I had as a young child
The one that kept me motivated to keep on pushing on
And didn't mess up my thought process?
Or is it the one that went lost when people who did nothing wrong were harmed or targeted for no reason at all.
The one that was lost
When stereotypes were shot
Like darts hitting the bullseye

Is it Time?
The thing that is infinite
But makes us weak
Every
  Passing
Second
The thing I have never enough.
The source that keeps me thinking

Is it me?
Have I changed
Have I let myself down
Realizing I haven't followed my desires
My Hunger
My Motivation
My Inner Strength
Have I lost my battle to my insecurities
And let it stab my mine with the poison of guidelines?

Whatever it is I'll find it
I'll search on the highest of valleys like a bird searching for food
Or even the the deepest of seas
Like a Pirate looking for treasures
Even if it kills me

I want to find out what's missing
This mission will be perilous
I have only one chance
And I know I can't do it on my own