Internal Chaos
Are you insecure? No, but —
If I could tell you how I feel, the endless chaos I conceal,
The questions echoing in my mind, the answers I can never find.
This void keeps gnawing at my soul, while broken thoughts refuse control.
Was this the world I dreamed to see, or just a life imposed on me?
The interrogations never cease, while hopes grow faint, and doubts increase.
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Misunderstood, I stand alone, in a world that feels so overgrown.
Do I look fine? Is my progress clear? Or have I wandered far from here?
Was I too much, or not enough? Why does every step feel rough?
Yet still, I carry on, through every dusk and every dawn.
Though weary thoughts may cloud my sight, I search within for threads of light.
A little tired of life’s demands, yet learning still to understand that even in the darkest days,
there may be gentler, brighter ways.
If I could tell you how I feel, the internal chaos with which I deal!
