Tired and scared,
Filled with an unknown fear,
Searching deep in my soul seems to be a quest,
Of emotional torture & pure internal distress,
New problems come to appear,
Arising confrontations and altercations come near,
Confused about why I’m confused,
Maybe yes, maybe no, It’s hard to choose,
Decipher between what to do,
Making time to find a clue,
People can’t see the reasons why,
Sometimes instead of laugh, I cry,
Yet flaws and weaknesses get shoved straight in my face,
Not sure if I’m an intellectual or an upcoming disgrace,
So I end this poem with the utmost sincerity,
Because I needed to write this to scan my thoughts for clarity