The map within me spirals and twists
changing direction every second
ready to toss me over the edge
of an uncharted cliff.
Lost in my own little world, I
learn that cartography is not my forte
not a single foothold recorded
no landmark in sight.
Allowing others to show me the way
I never know if I’m walking my path
living up to everyone else’s
expectations, unable to fall through.
Sometimes, I wonder if this falsification
of confidence, even works
everyone around me, trying to fit in
trying to feel undamaged, unbroken
I’m starting to create my own directions
which will lead me somewhere
becoming stronger, building up
my own world that I can be proud of.
I may not die today, I may not die tomorrow
but when I do pass away I will be
with the world that is within me: