What To believe

As I write this It says ("Poems Go Here") But, I'd rather place my heart there. Scared, I might be Because I feel the lightening. But, What is the title of my poem What is the label to my life, is its stuck as if its sown? Are words sharp like the needles, Created from my memories Are words soft like clouds that make us take responsibility? Or does maturity come from - from constant misery Questions Can I Be physically, insane, while Envisioning, This Game we call life Picture me. Tryna move straight but not knowing where to walk. Only knowing how to crawl, cuz when I run I only fall But damn. I guess im stuck when it comes to my belief system Hands tied, legs tapes, with my feet twisted. Handcuffed, cant stand up, But I try Would Believe in myself but if I did, it'd be a lie. I'm about to fall Should I try to believe Or not - believe at all