I constantly question everything about myself
My every thought
Every action
Each word that finds it's way from my mouth
Am I doing it right? I wonder. 
Or living a lie?
It's a scary thought
Never to be sure of who you are,
who you want to be,
Or who you are supposed to be, if such a thing exists.
So here I sit in silence
Attempting to listen to this voice within
But she never speaks in words
Only in her own disarray of emotion vs. reason
Perhaps the answer is not as clear as anticipated
Perhaps the answer can only be found within our own perception of things.
But still I sit 
And wait and listen
In hopes that she will one day answer 
With a single, auspicious response.