Who Am I Living For?

The childhood days fly past,

the dark future casts a shadow of fear upon me. 

Each day I live without having a clear purpose,

hoping it will better. 

I fight the voices in my head, 

deciding that I'm not good enough before trying anything new. 

Doubt, an alarming chill comes over me.

I ponder the question of the meaning of life?

This poem is about: 
Me

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