Your paper trails of sadness
Have led you up to here
Now, stuck in your mind,
Your thoughts show only fear
Fear that you won't grow
Won't know how to live
Fear that you will run
From what should be done
Afraid of the dark, held inside
Only to find light is there too
Afraid maybe that the light will die
And you'll be left in black
Afraid of yourself.
Find someone else
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This was another "identity crisis" poem. It's just me, wondering if I'll never be someone 'good,' whatever that is. Afraid that I won't live a good life because of things I could do. The paper trails are poems, by the way.
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But you ARE an essentially good person. You'll do the right thing. Even if the right thing isn't what "everyone" expects of you. And people make mistakes. We are human after all. It's the only way we grow and learn.
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