My life is an unknown place,
Unmapped
and unseen.
My thoughts have an unknown source,
Concreted
with no escape.
My stomach churns
with an unknown reason,
Unending
and unsettling.
My hands shake as I lose control,
Lose confidence,
and give in.
My breathing goes into a deep sleep
as emotions come forth,
trying to calm it,
But rarely making it.
My imagination takes me places
I only feel what i want,
trying to save me from myself,
But never lasts.
My friends are there to help,
so i return the favor.
But I'm usually listening
not talking.
My family's there to care
and love me,
So I do my best to keep close,
But they don't seem to notice.
My future chooses where I go,
keeps me going,
and keeps me alive.
These are my excuses
for being the way i am,
and living a life
I'm not sure I want to live-
but the reasons I will anyway.