Lost
As I look at my surroundings
Feeling as if I am drowning
In this world of sin that has no end.
Looking here
Looking there
Asking myself
“Is anything fair?”
Should I go left or right?
Should I turn around and look back?
Should I go back to the old me?
Should I ask for help?
Confused
Depressed
Misunderstood
Unhappy
Is this you?
You be the judge of that.
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