My Pathway
Me? I'm lost.
Not really sure where I'm going.
But knowing where I don't want to be.
I've been there.
I've even done that.
But at the end of the day,
Am I happy?
In some ways, yes.
But in others I'm scared.
Scars that run deeper than ever before.
Deep enough to ruin everything I've worked for.
I live with these scars eveyday.
I'm judged by these scars everyday.
But these scars are who I am.
And they'll make me who I want to be.
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