Meredith

Iv'e been writing again..

I will fix the structure later, I am still doing life

tOday ny role is just existing, continously having agitation because of anxiety is exhausting, it's taunting... can't I seperate my heart from brain and atleast serve one master, now my life is as of a monster, full of wars internally and externally and eventually it will destroy me, it will take a toll on me, and mind you, my future depends on me so I need to work on me, my becoming, I swear when I am not this person I am stunning, flawless and pure at heart my intensions, they weren't never to hurt you but inside is turmoil, i need to find me , if not you will keep seing me like this, anxious, afraid, and lost, but at what cost when someone's died for me on a cross, yes at times i feel lost but at what cost, I should put it all behind me and be content

A short poem by Maduo Meredith Bilton