I live in a world full of never ending hills,
deep valleys,
murky lakes,
overarching mountains,
and so many fears

I wonder how some people are okay with who they are,
no care whatsoever who is judging them,
doing what they want
so happy and carefree

Then there’s me,
I don’t know who I am,
what I am,
what I can do.

I am nothing against these people,
nothing against the world,
Slowly pushing me forward,
but faster then I want to
what if I’m happy where I am?

Apparently,
I can’t be.