I wake up every day with different emotions;
Sometimes I'm alive, other times I'm dead inside.
One second I feel great about myself,
the next I'm insecure.
I don't understand life, or what's going to occur.
God made us this way, saying we are good.
Not only good, but very good.
So that makes us equal.
But does anyone really think that?
I don't understand why I am so low.
Why I am at the end of the road?
How come everyone else is ahead of me?
Why I am so slow?
I wake up every day, wondering if I should stay.
Would anyone miss me if I went away?
I'm afraid though, I don't know what would happen.
I just don't want to be trapped in, and forgotten.

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