Why do I feel so stuck?
Why do I feel like life is falling apart?
Why do I feel like things will never go as I want?
I can't sleep at night.
At 19 I feel like I have messed it up all, now only a new birth can fix it.
I feel I have ruined this one...
I want to do so much, but end up scrolling to avoid voices in my head.
Yet they all see is me wasting time scrolling.
How do I explain them?
Regretting of wasting time?
Wanting to do but unable to...
Is this what life is?
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Author:
Antra Sharma (Pseudonym) (
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The scrolling of questions in the mind goes into the poem questioning those existential questions that roll around in one's head until resolved in purpose. Well done.
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