10:32

[f_lo_w]

As I sit here I often wonder
What am I doing
Where am I going
What is my life becoming
Why am I here….
Is their some thing i am missing
Maybe someone,
Why me
Why do I have these thoughts
I often gaze and think,
Could I be doing something better,
More productive
Why do some things seem so important
Cloths, reputation, appearance…..
Because these things are how people judge us
Judgment
This is what people do
Pass judgment,
But why
Why judge
Is that what’s important
is it.....

 

[E is not as sweet as u]

I totally can relate to everything you are saying. Sometimes I just sit there and think why I am here, what I am supposed to do, and how I can do it. I also always think how I should be doing something different, more creative, more productive. I feel school is becoming more and more irrelevant, and that I am meant to change something. Your poem really touched me. PLUR