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