I stood inia pool of confusion and when I found clarity, I found me. I forced my mind to believe my own ignorance and almost drowned in a sea of misery. Who am I in the mist of trials depends on whether I give in or see it through regardless of the outcome.
We live in a world that dictates a mandate the average person don’t know how to comply with. We judge yet hate to be scutinized. There are paths that people take by c4rcumstance and another will quickly call it choice. There is no I in most situations people go through. Because as humans we feel and experirnce similar frequencies that affects each individual differently. At times we become hard and cold. We’ll defend a nonotioon a whim seeming strong and bold. Sometimes it’s a cry for attention and others it’s because we have paid attention.