I'm not so sure of myself:
Most of the time, I stare up at the sky
looking forward to fly;
But there is this gnawing urge within
telling me to swim and get drowned by the ocean's beauty.
To just walk straight ahead, 
but looks down the road I'm walking on;
To chat and laugh with others filling my heart with happiness,
but still needs to know pain, hatred,  sorrow and be dipped into the abyss.
All this time, I mold my person
All this time, I walk to where my goal is
All this time, I know where I should be
For all these times, no one knows me better than myself.
But why do I begin to doubt this time around?