Sometimes I wonder and I'd be lying if I said I was certain.
But the truth is there is still so much uncertainty and I don't know what I'm doing and who I'm doing it for.
Who are you, because I feel like I've created my own version of who you are and I feel as though I'm not entirely accurate in my assumption
You've been a part of my life for so long and that should warrant some type of feeling but it isn't there
Neither are you
You exist because I created you, but you live as if you have a mind of your own.
But in reality my mind is your home.
Don't ask who I write about because it's always been you
Subconsciously,
Unconsciously,
You
Times have changed and I don't think I want them to
You've always been there. Just not when I needed you, and everything that happened after that was an excuse
Now I no longer pick up my pen because of you.
YOU ARE READING
Random thought
Poetry"You should make a book on wattpad or something called random thoughts" Random things, rants, poems, and such