i always ask myself questions:
am i good enough?
do i really have potential?
does anyone actually care?
why do i feel so displaced?
it's upsetting; knowing that i'll probably
never have the answers i'm looking for.
but, i guess it's meant to be that way.
whether or not it's for better or worse,
i'll never find out. these questions i have
are the offspring of my doubt. i'm trying
my best to keep these feelings of disappointment
and stress at bay. but every time i try to speak; i
find myself searching for the words to say.
-looking for answers
YOU ARE READING
to the unknown
Poetry- u can rely on me anytime. in a perfect world nothing is perfect. in a beautiful world not all things are beautiful. it may not be easy to see but love is truly worth it. u can either choose to have faith in love or u can forever remain doubtful.
