I am anxious and indecisive

I wonder if one day i’ll be able to decide

I hear the sound of life passing by

I see a day when the door won’t be locked

I want to find my passion and see my future

I am worried and tired 

I pretend that the people I love will stay forever

I feel there’s always something on me or wrong

I touch the switch because I don’t know what’s in the dark

I worry that one day the door won’t be locked

I cry when I think about death 

I am tolerant

I understand I can’t always be perfect 

I say I’m fine, good, great

I dream that i won’t worry, won’t give up, won’t fail

I try to accomplish everything I’m told

I hope that one day I’ll get that jump or stop biting my nails

I am me