I cannot waste this time

If I am to do anything of significance

I must drag myself out of the depths of my unexplained misery

And stand confident

And look to the future

And know myself

I must be grateful

And be at peace

But even when I am loved by many,

Wrapped in an embrace

Claiming some sort of faith

I am sad and lost

And scared.

So scared.

Truly, how long can I sit and cry

Before my life passes by?

Feeling sorry for myself

I have no excuse

I have no one to blame

But me.

Is this me?

It can’t be.

The stranger in the street

Was yesterday my friend

Yes, the stranger in the street is myself.