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?