I'm a Mess...

I’m a mess.

I’m indecisive, selfish, rude, and I couldn’t care less,

About anything,

About everything.

Except I care too much.

I wanna do good things.

I wanna be helpful.

I wanna make a difference and overcome every obstacle.

Except I’m lazy, and of short breath.

I keep looking for something,

Except I don’t know what that something is.

And the worst thing of all,

I hate being stuck with so much unknown.

I don’t know who I am or what my purpose is.

I don’t know if people can see that I’m this much of a mess

All these unknowns… they make feel anxious and weak.

How paralyzing is the pain of my heartache?!

Very… I tell you.

It spreads to every fiber of my soul,

And it takes over,

until I can’t breathe anymore.

After all, what can I say?

I don’t think I’ll ever stop being a mess one day.