I'm currently hugging my pillow,
As i am bysmally thinking.
Thinking for my tomorrow
And keep myself asking.
What will happen to me?
Am I going to be successful?
What my future will be?
Am i going to be stressful?
I keep on imagining such things,
That will make me at peace.
But my mind betrays me sometimes,
That will result of the ruins of my ease.
I am not good at dancing,
As well as in singing.
I cannot also draw,
And i feel so low.
Everyone had their own talents,
They are also too good at Mathematics.
Why I am only good at nothing?
And they are good at something.
Why am I just like this?
Why am I so uncertain?
Uncertain of my wants,
Uncertain of my life decision.
©aesthetic1
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