I'm in this fear
about my future
which is so unclear
and I'm still clueless.
My life is a mess
yes, yes it is
it's so tragic
whilst I'm idiotic.
Procrastination
and perfectionism
what a recipe
for a deathly disaster.
Never felt so urgent
to start "living"
"creating memories"
and "relationships".
But me, and everyone else
we are keeping me
from being me.
I'm building walls
between me and them
and when it's time to break it
I, won't let it be.
I'm pushing people
away from me
and always wanting them back
now I'm in this lack
of "true relationships".
It's not that they aren't good enough
they are, they really are
but I'm way too afraid
to see what comes next
I'm in this conflict
with myself
holding out hope
to change all of it
and to keep them too.
YOU ARE READING
me.
Short StoryAt first I created this story just to upload one of my poem, but from now on I'm gonna make it kind of a diary where I keep my emotions and thoughts written down throughout the years.
