Lost

No sense of direction

Alone

A struggle for perfection

I reach out

Void of confidence and vision

I find

Emptiness and insecurity

Searching inside me, I’m desperate and aching for truth

Echoing voices declaring that I am a fool

Pushing them down, and then I try to forget

But louder they call, and I am filled with regret:

“Run

There is no need to try,”

“Hope?

Its better to leave inside,”

Flaws

Unfortunate reality of

All

I do and I create

My heart’s full;

Excitement and anticipation

But how do

I open myself up to the scars?

Reaching inside me, to welcome a new point of view

Altered perceptions reshaping the world that I knew

Chasing an answer but all that I find

Are voices confusing and clouding my mind

“Run

There is no need to try,”

“Hope?

Its better to leave inside,”

“Run

Won’t let them be my guide”

“Hope

Is all that is left inside,”