Question Everything

I’m unsure of who I am,

I’m unsure of my identity.

I’m unsure of my sexuality,

I’m unsure of who I want to be. 

I’m unsure if I even want to live,

I’m unsure of my religious beliefs.

I’m unsure of who’s supporting me,

I’m unsure of my family and friends.

I’m unsure of my purpose as a whole, 

I’m unsure about what I’ve ever been told. 

I’m unsure of this whole fucking place! 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Henson

I hate this feeling but i find comfort knowing someone else understands but i am also sad that anyone has to understand

 

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