My whole life can be summed up in terms of W

I wasted my energy wanting the things I can't have.

I worry about which way I am supposed to be going.

I won't let myself win a single battle that I fight against

myself in my own head.

I walk the line between self awareness and nonsense. 

I wake up to mornings that I should have spent in bed

and I sleep through the days that might have meant something.

I wade through currents of fleeting emotions

bobbing under the weight of it all, but still

trying to keep myself afloat. 

I wager the words I write against the world.

Maybe I will eventually say something

worth reading. Or hearing. Or even worth speaking.

I wait for my internal voice to stop wailing for 

just a moment so I can finally get some rest. 

I always make sure to wash my face clean of

the debris left by the internal wreck the night before

I finally make my way outside for the external

adventure I call my day to day. 

I wonder what is going on with me.

I have walled up and walled in myself

to the point where I am not even sure 

what I want anymore. 

All I know is that I am stuck in a web

of self inflicted doubts.

Wounded by the words echoing in my skull

screeching out that I will never know who I am.