I’m still questioning if this life is right.

As I always do.

And there are times when I think yes,

But I’m still conflicted.

And there is so much I want to do, to be.

Yet I am my own enemy.

I used to love the night,

But sadly, it’s insignificant now.

All my life I’ve felt foreign and distant,

Even to the ones I’ve known since birth.

My friends are in my mind.

My enemies are within.