There's a void in my head.

What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being?

One tells me I will not make it,

Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel.

The ideas in my head scream for attention,

The ideas in my heart pound their way out my chest.

I want answers. I want a definite.

I feel infinitely troubled.

I feel trapped.

I feel unable to define who I will be.

There is nothing more confusing than your own mind tell you to do things that contradicts itself.

I am lost.

I will not be found, until the time to be found is upon itself. 

If I cannot fathom myself, how can others?


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