Below is a poem I wrote in a state of confusion one evening. I was at a loss with what my purpose in life should be. Frustrated that I had so many thoughts in my mind yet took so little action:
Lost
I feel lost,
There’s a voice in my head that can never be silenced.
Yet a tongue in my mouth that only works when I’m violent.
I don’t see life through rose tinted glasses,
As a matter of fact, I don’t even see violet.
I’m lost within myself,
What is my purpose on this planet?
What should I be?
I endlessly try and plan it.
I’m tired.
Of the constant scribbling on pages.
Years have ticked by,
And still it’s words I have wasted.
Not actions.
For I can say a million things in a night,
And not act on a single one of them.
Lie awake at night,
Yet dream more when the day begins.
Against myself,
I feel I cannot win.
The Neon Squid 