I hate feeling like I'm at a lost.
What is my purpose? What am I supposed to be doing? Why can't the answer be in front of my damn face.
I mean, maybe it is.
I am finding it harder and harder to keep my head on straight.
I want to succeed.I am confronted by all of this uncertainty and avoidance of myself because I am afraid.
Looks like I need to follow my own advice...
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback