Webbed thoughts

I am doomed 
By my conviction.
Or is it just my assumption?
I am sad.
But I know I ain't depressed,
I just don't feel happy
Or any reasons to
Have been delighted.
I am that cloud
That makes my own weather gloomy,
Bans all the light out of the blue.
I am that uncertainty of moods 
That swing back and forth and
I willing to swing on it too.
I am that lost
who don't want to be found.
I am that chaos of thoughts
reasonable or unreasonable?
Just lost.



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