Mental Struggle

I once again feel lost in school. By writing out my thoughts... you get this.

With past and present hand and hand my life again seems lost.

I don't know how these things do come I cannot pay the costs.

The things in life we love and hate are sometimes just so close.

It's hard to tell the things we want vs the things we need the most.

I want to do what's right for me, and not what's right for you.

But I have no voice, just thoughts and words, whatever shall I do.

My happiness feels never here, just misery and pain.

My thoughts provoke the views of others, must they label me insane?

The thoughts of how to change my world, can bring me back to life.

But bringing thoughts to actions is again my mortal strife.

I wish to be the man I want, I want to change the world.

It's in this time, the here, the now,  I'll do it with my words.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Not only is this a pretty darn good poem, but it's cerebral and introspective. The questions you ask are commonly asked by many of us, I think. The answers aren't easy, either. It takes time and perseverance, but one day you'll come out the other side, so I believe.