Some days I understand suicidal people
Some days my only motivation is discouragement.
I question my very existence
Am I doing the right thing? Does this make sense?
Even if I get answers to this, who would believe?
Everybody says it doesn’t make sense
Am I stupid for ignoring everybody
Is everybody mean for not believing in me?
I see opportunities, but all I hear are principles
Nobody does this without doing this first
Could that be me?
Am I being naive and overly optimistic?
Am I lost in my own bubble?
Is my reality illusion?
Are my perceptions wrong?
Is my belief false hope?
These and many more questions
I always want to ask
But I don’t want an answer to.
One minute it all makes sense
The very next minute I start to doubt
If I even have sense.
But on a good day
It’s very easy for me to say
Can never be me.
But really, I’m up and ahead
Even when I doubt myself
I can never know defeat.
My Desires 
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