In my midst Poetry

Bothered Thoughts

My routine changes the way it used to be.
I became someone I want but still not enough.
Before, I thought of being the person I am today.
It is enough to be content in a life I want to be.

Instead, it gives me more options and opportunities.
That made my life complicated than ever.
It gave me so much anxiety that I can't think clearly.
Which makes my decisions get heavier and careful.

I am beyond anyone from my past.
Still, I am entering a new world in which I am nothing.
I am asking for more and more.
However, with this action, I compromise my contentment.

This made me think all I ask is a happy ending.
Why give me so much pain.
However, I remember I should not just be in love with a victory.
Instead, with the storm that will pass by too.