Lost
I feel lost sometimes.
Like I don’t fit in.
And yet I don’t want to stand out.
I just bear and grin.
A broken doll.
Is an appearance I feel from within.
But I shouldn’t always play the victim,
life is kind to me at times.
I only wish I wasn’t just as strict in,
How I divided up my time.
Life has no map.
It has no compass.
But even if it did.
I still believe that I’d be hopeless.
At reading every bit.
How do you build belief in yourself?
This question I internally ask.
Are we doomed to be the prisoners of our own mindsets?
Or are we blessed in just being lost?
The Neon Squid 