It’s a question I’ve been asking myself,
Whether if it’s even worth it anymore
The pressure just keeps rising,
Momentum keeps building
And my surroundings:
The things they say,
It’s like they all want me to feel bad about myself
It’s not something that I want to happen,
But what if I want to in the end?
What if it finally gets too much?
What if I eventually ignore those encouraging hands trying to pull me back to shore,
And jump in the river and try to find a new island?
Would it be worth it?
I just wanna kill this fear,
I want this fear to die,
So my confidence can be revived again
I’m still wondering whether this is where I belong
Whether this place was meant for me,
Or whether this was another test or trick shot
Do I really belong here?
Or should I plan my departure before things get worse