Finding Myself

Broken records on repeat 

trying to find a loophole to set me free

 

Tell me about yourself

A loaded question 

Never the one with an answer worthy enough 

to continue the conversation

 

Desperately trying to find a hobby or passion

for some relief from this never ending broken record

of I dont know's and Im not sure's 

 

A dark black gaping hole was peirced through my heart at birth

forcing me to live with no purpose

No dream

 

The million dollar question remains

How do I fix this broken record?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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