I am vague phrases
What am I?
Am I simply constituted through a group of words?
Am I a group of mistakes and successes?
Am I simply trying to find a place?
Am I that horrible person that questions every writing prompt I see?
Perhaps.
Is it even correct to categorize any person
through very few words?
Can I phrase my
desperateness, happiness, sadness, fear, pain, and joy
clearly enough for everyone to understand?
Clearly, I am desperate enough to try
I am a perfectionist
I am a person that struggles to say no
I am trying to avoid making mistakes
that will have me be shunned by those close to me
I am not happy with half the things I admit
I am passionate
I am curious
I am trying
I am not my childhood dream,
yet I am the realization that not all childhood dreams are not your dreams
They are the dreams of others
planted into you
Simply lost misconceptions
I am a disappointment
I am a role model
I am not these words alone
Neither is anyone else
We are all a bunch of vague phrases
that no one else understands
Nothing more, Nothing less
No one can see our experiences
or how we shape our minds
I am simply paint slung upon a large wall of life
We are all paint slung upon a wall
Beautiful, Confusing, Different
Coloring the world together
Not one above another
We are all simply madness.