Questions

Where is my mind?

Who am I?

How am I feeling?

Why am I who I am?

What do I do with myself?

These questions repeat in my head,

but how can I awnser when I can't even get in tune,

with the physical and menatal mass,

thats supposed to represent me.

Im afraid to Awnser these questions,

because I am afraid of the awnser.

what if my awnser,

makes me dislike myself even more.

What if awnsering this question,

tears apart the image Ive created,

the reputation I"ve built for myself.

Being lost doesn't feel so bad,

when you know the way out,

of the emotional labrynth.

Yet I seem to hit dead ends,

continually leading myself to a trap,

when I know the exit,

is the other way.

Maybe I don't want to leave,

maybey I'v gotten used to this feeling.

Ill just stay here a while,

and gaurd myself from the truth,

the horrid reality.