Keeping thyself from its true emotions pushes down a person’s real identity.
As I lay there thinking about what I should do to find myself,
Not knowing that I trudge in my own restlessness for that recognition of knowing who I am
Yet I am unable to wade through the maze of unwanted feelings I have that blurs what lie in the center,
Eclipsing the fact that I only need to follow the path towards to what I want,
Without any hesitations or what ifs or regrets in accepting my own self.
Except I cannot determine if who I really am is who I want to be,
So I resist going towards the center,
Thus, I walk around that labyrinth, aimlessly figuring out if I would rather find myself or be someone else