I keep telling myself I'm okay, I keep trying to trick myself into thinking that I'm happy, but it isn't that easy. Nothing is ever easy. So, I fake a smile all day and get caught in mindless conversations. At the end of the day it just isn't enough. I stay awake all night, tossing and turning, With awful anxiety. I worry about what could've been, But mostly of what will be. I hate not knowing if what I've done is right And if this is the life im supposed to be living. I feel as if I might turn down the wrong road, Like one small mistake will ruin my entire life. I wish I could believe in destiny.