I did it again.
I let something that I wanted go.
I waited too long to make the move.
I am not doing my job, but what exactly is my job.
Is it to live free and do what is right?
Is it to be carful and worry about everything that you come your way?
Is this me or am I letting it go to my head.
I am not good at this.
I can never see the light when it is blinding my face.
I only see the dark for it is my true self.
I am my own worst enemy, yet I do not like me.
I do not know me.
I guess that is just me.
I run from my dream, and I walk to my mistakes.
I guess that is why I am me.