Poetry

Afternoon Thoughts

I don't know.

It's so simple,

Stop asking.

I'll never know where to go,

What to do,

Who to love,

When to stop.

I have dreams,

I do,

I just don't know how to get to them.

When will my efforts be enough?

I'm so used to being called a try hard,

Yet,

It also never seems like enough.

I've gotten better,

I have,

But these thoughts lingered,

They came back,

Whatever means that they're still there.

I hate thinking sometimes,

It's a void,

It remembers,

It tells me to give up.

Solitude is just so addicting,

I know I'm fine alone,

I don't need anyone attached to me,

People tire me.

I'm not trying to be a downer,

I'm not trying to ruin the mood,

Trust me,

I don't want to be like this either.

I have confidence,

Almost narcissistic even,

I just don't have the energy for people.

No,

It's not you,

It's me,

It's always me.