I am staring at my hands.
I am uncertain about what to write.
I am uncertain about how much to say.
I don't know where the world goes when I sleep.
Does the shout wake me from the dream, or plunge me into it?
I am not certain that what I feel is the wind on my skin.
I am not...
The medication had made me very snappy, aggressive and irritable over the first two days of use. This turned into a hyped attitude, where I'd take everything as a joke and get excited for no reason. - Note it's exam month, so there's nothing to be hyped about.
This seems like...
at my nerves
Crumble my confidence
Why can't I just walk the line
The same as others do
Not worrying what is to come
Accepting what will be will be
Why can't I strike out on a new road
Without wondering what monsters I'll face
What screw ups I'll make
Why can't I just enjoy...