Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
9h
I reflect on my past, scared for the future.
Can’t be in the present,
I’m only a viewer.
Live each day waiting for tomorrow,
will I like myself when I see who I’ve followed.
Don’t judge me for the words I say, I’m just like you, trying to find my way.
Written by
Existential dread
22
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems