Inside

Grandmother told me to write what's inside of my heart

My oh my, where do I even start?

Feel as though my hearts an empty stage looking for an audience.

This feeling almost acts as a nauseant.

Heart telling me I'm going to be great.

Mind telling me to know my place.

Sometimes I wonder: What have I become?

World of evil makes for a difficult time not to succumb.

Moments at a time my heart still hears the roaring crowd and applause.

My 19 years of life have been spent looking for a life of awe.

Fear outweighs motivation.

Wish My heart would send my mind an invitation.