Troubles (A Poem)

I'm to troubled

To bother to be what I strive be.

I'm to angry at my life

to see where I fit in this world.

I'm to self conscious

to see the beauty that

may lye within me and

I'm to lost to find myself.

Maybe it's my lack if trying

or my fear of the happiness

that would come my way.

I fear to be happy,

I just run away.
I run away
from things

That bring me joy.

I need to change.

No more running,

no more fear.

Just me the way I want to be,

the way I need to be.

©Amanda Catherine